Yesterday I met Mata. First I admired her beauty for an hour. Then we put our heads together and spoke conspiratorially for an hour.
All my life I never broke a single rule of tradecraft, and then yesterday with Mata I broke them all.
She took out two sheets of paper for us to write down and exchange our personal details -- probably one sheet for her details and the second sheet for my details. But I did something clever, Inspector Clouseau, and after Miss Hari wrote down all about herself on the first sheet, I simply tore off the bottom half and wrote down for Mata my own life-details. That way, if someone issues a challenge of "Qui vive?" in Occupied France, the two halves of the paper must match up perfectly like the two sides of a broken heart, or a shattered coin, or a five-franc-note torn in half.
I was sitting with, loosely speaking, one of my publishers, and over his shoulder I could see the beautiful Chinese girl tapping her foot to the music and reading a book about a technology which intrigues me. Each time when she stopped reading to tap on her cell-phone, I felt like asking her if I could peruse the tech book, but I did not dare.
Aw gee, Dear Dossier, I always run out of time when I am filing these Field Notes -- which reminds me that I must hie myself pronto down to the Coffee Club.
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