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“Max . . . Dr. Livingstrom has disappeared.”

“Oh.”

“Chief,” 99 said, “you told us that when this incident occurred it seemed completely unimportant. But, since you’re telling us about it, and in such great detail, you must have decided since then that it
is
important. Is that right?”

The Chief tipped back in his chair again, scowling thoughtfully. “Let’s suppose for a moment,” he said. “Let’s suppose that this notation we found—this Brassica Oleracia—212°—is the formula for the gas, or whatever it is, that exuded that horrible odor. And let’s suppose that this gas, or whatever it is, fell into the wrong hands. What would happen?”

“Somebody would have a pair of pretty stinky hands,” Max said.

“Yes, I see what you mean,” 99 frowned. “You mean, suppose KAOS got hold of it. That would be tragic.”

“Worse than that,” the Chief said. “I can just imagine how KAOS would use it. They could release the gas, or whatever it is, here at our headquarters, then, when we all fled, they could slip in, using gas masks, and go through our files. They could photograph our code books, our secret documents.”

“Then, eventually, when we returned, we wouldn’t even know what had happened,” 99 said.

“I would know,” Max said.

“How, Max?”

“I just heard the Chief tell about it. Stay alert, 99. You miss a lot if you don’t keep your ears open.”

“Yes, Max.”

“I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about, though,” Max said. “After all, how could KAOS know about this gas, or whatever it is?”

“KAOS
does
know about it,” the Chief said. “While the Control agent who brought it to my attention was telling me about it, we were overheard by a KAOS agent who was posing as a cleaning woman.”

“How do you know that, Chief?” Max said.

“Because when the KAOS agent who was posing as a cleaning woman brought it to the attention of his chief at KAOS he was overheard by one of our agents who was posing as a cleaning woman at KAOS headquarters.”

“What a dirty trick,” Max said, incensed.

“It’s unfortunate, to say the least,” the Chief agreed. “Because KAOS has already dispatched an agent to find Dr. Livingstrom and get the secret of the formula from him.”

“Does he know where to look?” 99 said.

“He knows as much as we know, but probably no more,” the Chief replied.

“That’s a break,” Max said. “That makes us even-Steven on information, but, with me on the case, a step ahead on know-how. Who is this KAOS agent, Chief? Do we know?”

“His name is Whitestone.”

“Whitestone? Is that all? No first name? I don’t believe I’ve ever heard of him.”

“Whitestone is his stage name,” the Chief explained. “He used to be in vaudeville—a magician. The description I have of him is that he’s tall, white-haired and very distinguished-looking. ”

“He should be easy to spot,” Max said. “Tall, white-haired, distinguished-looking, and pulling a rabbit out of a hat.”

“He’s new at KAOS,” the Chief said. “But don’t underestimate him, Max. I understand that he’s a master illusionist.”

“Chief, it so happens that I happen to be a master illusionist myself. I’ll match my master illusioning against anybody’s master illusioning. In fact . . . Incidentally, what is a master illusionist?”

“Max, that means he can make you see things that aren’t really there,” 99 explained.

“He can also make things that are there look different than they really are,” the Chief said. “For instance, he could make a silk purse look like a sow’s ear.”

“That must explain why he went to work for KAOS,” Max said. “There probably isn’t much call for a man who turns silk purses into sow’s ears. In fact, turned loose in a department store, he could probably start quite a ruckus.”

“Chief, do we know where to look for this Dr. Livingstrom?” 99 said.

“We have a fair notion,” the Chief replied. “Dr. Livingstrom is somewhere in Africa—we think. You see, he’s a man of means. He inherited a great deal of money, and he’s able to come and go as he pleases. He could be anywhere. But all the clues lead us to Africa.”

“What clues?” 99 asked.

“Dr. Livingstrom has a hobby,” the Chief replied. “He invents fancy foods. For example, Broccoli Livingstrom is an invention of his. That’s broccoli stuffed with cornflakes and served with a rutabaga sauce.”

99 made a face. “How could anybody ever come up with a recipe like that?”

“He probably got it from Arnold,” Max said sourly.

“Be that as it may,” the Chief went on, “we began checking all the restaurants that serve food like that, hoping to pick up Dr. Livingstrom’s trail. And, we were more or less successful. We trailed him all across Europe, and then to Africa. He was last seen in Ghirzy.”

“Ghirzy?” Max said.

“That’s a country in Africa, Max,” 99 explained. She turned back to the Chief. “Although, it’s not called that any more, is it?”

“You’re right,” the Chief nodded. “Ghirzy recently became independent. It’s now called New Ghirzy.”

“Where exactly in New Ghirzy was Dr. Livingstrom spotted?” Max said.

“In the capital city, Pahzayk.”

Max nodded, making mental note of the name. “Pahzayk, New Ghirzy—got it.”

“It’s a rough, tough water-front town,” the Chief said. “But there’s an airport. I have tickets for you. You’ll be leaving on a jet in—” He glanced at his watch. “—in an hour from now.”

“Let me get this straight,” Max said. “Our mission is to go to Darkest Africa and locate Dr. Livingstrom—right? And when we find him, we’re to get him to give us the formula for this gas, or whatever it is, that creates this terrible odor—right?”

“That’s right, Max.”

“And, on the way, and as we carry out the mission, we’re to watch out for this KAOS agent, Whitestone, who is a master illusionist—right?”

“Correct.”

“Now, then, I have just one more question.”

“Yes, Max?”

“Chief, you wouldn’t really replace me with the operator’s brother-in-law, Arnold, while I’m gone, would you?”

“Max, for heaven’s sake, you have a dangerous and important mission to perform,” the Chief said, annoyed. “Think what could happen if KAOS got hold of that gas—or whatever it is! It would be disastrous. The forces of evil would have the upper hand! With all that’s at stake, how can you worry about a little thing like Arnold!”

“Sorry, Chief,” Max said, crestfallen. “I promise. I won’t let Arnold enter my mind again.”

“That’s better. Now, you better get going.”

“Right!” Max snapped. He turned to 99. “Let’s get going, Arnold!”

“Max . . .” 99 said woefully.

The Chief handed Max a small envelope. “Here are your tickets,” he said. “Just don’t miss the plane. Oh, and one other thing: Research & Development has some new gadgets. It wants you to take some of them along and experience test them on this mission. So, stop in there before you leave.”

“Your wish is my command, Chief,” Max said, heading toward the door. “Which is a lot more than you’d ever get from that trouble-maker Arnold, I’ll wager.”

The Chief and 99 exchanged looks of resignation, then 99 trotted after Max.

When Max and 99 reached Research & Development they were greeted enthusiastically by the scientist in charge, Dr. Hyde. “We have a whole carload of new gadgets for you to experience test,” he said. “I have them right here in my pocket.”

“A whole carload? In your pocket?”

“Miniaturization,” Dr. Hyde explained. “It’s the latest wrinkle in scientific development. Everything is reduced to the smallest possible size.” He withdrew a capsule about the size of a tube of lipstick from his pocket. “What would you say this contains? Guess?”

“A twenty-mule team?” Max speculated.

“Nope. Just watch.”

Dr. Hyde pressed a button at the bottom of the capsule. A lipstick popped out.

“Oops!” he said. “Wrong capsule. That belongs to my wife.” He got another capsule from his pocket. “Guess again.”

“Twelve thousand gallons of liquid plastic,” Max said.

Dr. Hyde looked woebegone. “You peeked!” he charged.

“Honest Injun, I didn’t,” Max protested. “It was just a lucky guess.”

“Well . . . all right,” Dr. Hyde said doubtfully. He handed the capsule to Max. “Take it with you. And use it if you get the chance.”

“Isn’t it pretty unlikely that I’ll run into a situation where I’ll need twelve thousand gallons of liquid plastic?” Max said.

“I can think of an instance,” Dr. Hyde replied. “That plastic is kept in that tube under tremendous pressure, you know. And when it’s released and it’s exposed to air it hardens. So it might come in handy.”

“How so?”

“Well, suppose you got your finger caught in a telephone dial. And you were dangling over an open trap door. You could aim the spray downward, spray out enough plastic to form a mountain—a small mountain, of course—then, standing on the mountain, release your finger, and, free, climb down the mountain.”

Max took another look at the capsule. “I guess it’s not as impractical as I first thought.”

“Max, hadn’t we better hurry?” 99 said. “We have to get to the airport.”

“You’re right,” Max said.

“Here, take these with you,” Dr. Hyde said, handing Max a half-dozen or so additional capsules. “They’re labeled. That means they have little stickers on them so you can tell what they are.”

“I know what labeled means,” Max said testily.

“I like to be sure,” Dr. Hyde said. “We scientists are always being blamed for things. And it’s because nobody understands us. At least, that’s what they say—afterwards. But this way, if I make sure you understand me, when something goes wrong, you can’t put the blame on me.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Max said. He motioned to 99 and they headed toward the door.

“So long,” Dr. Hyde called. “That means good-bye.”

Max and 99 left the headquarters building, and, standing at the curb, began signalling for a cab. But all of the cabs that appeared were occupied.

“Max, the Chief will be furious if we miss that plane,” 99 said.

“I know, 99. But what can we do? All of these— Wait a minute, here comes a cab now.”

A taxi pulled up at the curb and stopped in front of them. The rear door opened and a befuddled-looking young man got out. Then a middle-aged woman appeared. But she remained in the cab, peering out the rear window.

“Excuse me,” the woman said to Max, “but could you direct my son to Control Headquarters?”

Max looked at the young man, who winced and backed off a step. Then he replied to the woman. “I’m not sure I should,” he said. “It’s a secret organization, you know. And if I go around pointing it out to everyone who drives up in a cab, it won’t stay secret very long. Could you tell me why you’re looking for it?”

“Secret agents never tell,” the woman replied.

Max beamed. “Oh . . . you’re a secret agent. Why didn’t you say so?” He pointed to the headquarters building. “It’s right over there.”

“I hope I didn’t get that information under false pretenses,” the woman said. “It’s not me who’s a secret agent. It’s my son. Although, to be absolutely truthful, he isn’t exactly a secret agent yet.” She spoke to the young man. “Go on, dear. It’s that building right over there. Just walk right in and ask for the Chief.”

The young man ambled off toward the building.

“He still needs looking after,” the woman said to Max. “He’s only thirty-two—just a baby.”

“You say he intends to be a secret agent?” Max said dubiously, watching the young man approach the entrance to headquarters.

“It’s his sister-in-law’s idea,” the woman explained. She waved fondly to her son. “Good luck, Arnold!”

2.

A
FTER AN
all-night flight, the airliner carrying Max and 99 reached Pahzayk, the capital city of New Ghirzy. As the plane circled the field, preparing to land, Max and 99 looked down on the city from a window.

“Why do you suppose Dr. Livingstrom came here, Max?” 99 said. “Pahzayk doesn’t look very interesting to me.”

“If you think about it for a second, the answer is pretty obvious,” Max replied. “As you can see, this is a waterfront town. And, we know that Dr. Livingstrom is a fancier of fancy dishes. Putting two and two together, we can deduce that he came here because he had a sudden, hankering for some fancy sea food. African lobster tails would be my guess.”

“Max, you’re so clever!”

The plane soon landed. Max and 99 passed through customs, then took a taxi to the center of town. Reaching there, they checked into a hotel. And, after taking their luggage to their rooms, they met again in the lobby.

“What’s the plan, Max?” 99 said.

“I think we better start making the rounds of the restaurants that specialize in way-out foods,” Max replied. “Dr. Livingstrom has undoubtedly eaten at one or two of them. And, if we’re lucky, a waiter may remember having seen him.”

“That’s brilliant, Max!”

“Let’s just hope that our adversary, Whitestone, didn’t think of it,” Max said. “If he did, we may already be too late.”

They left the hotel and got into a taxi and asked the driver to take them to a restaurant that served exotic foods. A few minutes later the cab dropped them at a place called the Greasy Ladle. When they entered they were met by a headwaiter who escorted them to a table and gave them a menu.

“Just a second there, fella,” Max said, as the headwaiter started to leave. “We don’t know much about fancy foods. Could you recommend something?”

The headwaiter glanced about, making sure he couldn’t be overheard, then replied in a low voice. “You want some advice? Here it is: go to another restaurant. The food they serve here, you wouldn’t believe it.” He took the menu from Max and pointed to an item. “Look at that! Breast of White Dove stuffed with Chocolate-Covered Cherries! Is that food for a human being? Or, look at this! Baked Tongue!”

“That’s not so bad,” Max said. “As a matter of fact, I like tongue.”

“You know where they got this tongue?”

“Calf?”

The headwaiter shook his head. “From the left shoe of a pair of old sneakers. Believe me, the only place you could get worse food is at home. Every night, after I have dinner here, I get a bum-bum in my tum-tum.”

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