2136. Saved!

What a scream it was! Philippa, Chadwick, and myself, had all been appointed by the head of the FBI to investigate whether Cassandra was acting as a secret agent for the Chinese government.

Of course she wasn’t! All four of us, Philippa, Chadwick, Cassandra, and me, were all working as secret agents for the same “foreign government”. And it wasn’t China.

What a hoot! Of course the three of us all found Cassandra guilty. We produced irrefutable evidence. Cassandra, to put it mildly, had been a total pain in the side for some time. “Catty” would be the polite word for it. We were therefore happy to show evidence of her guilt. Eventually she was taken out and shot for treason. She wasn’t exactly “shot”; she was put down in a humane way.

All we need do was to report her demise to our “foreign government”. The FBI had been close to discovering the truth about Cassandra. So we had to get rid of her. It could uncover the cover of us three remaining agents.

The QXQZL were delighted we had acted in the best interests of our planet. We will be richly rewarded once the spacecraft comes to take us home.

(Footnote: I shall be away until next Saturday. The stories will still appear. Feel free to comment but know that I possibly will not be able to respond!)

1436. Spies

BEFORE TODAY’S STORY – AN ANNOUNCEMENT!

For those of you who knew her, the late Cynthia Jobin’s second book of poetry – “Song of Paper” – published by Bennison Books will be available from Amazon in a couple of days. It contains mainly those poems not in her first book “A Certain Age”.

No one knew that Viktor Plemyannikov was a Russian spy; no one, that is, except for Marjorie McAloon who was a great friend of Viktor Plemyannikov – who was unmarried and without family. In fact she herself was a spy for the British Government.

No one knew that Alphonse Lémieux was a French spy; no one, that is, except for Tessa Blanchard who was a great friend of Alphonse Lémieux – who was unmarried and without family. In fact she herself was a spy for the United States.

Coincidentally, Marjorie and Tessa were great friends, but neither knew the other was a spy.

Anyway, it seemed that Viktor and Alphonse died, apparently on round about the same day. Marjorie went to Viktor’s funeral of course, and Tessa went to Alphonse’s funeral.

Marjorie and Tessa said to each other, “What are you doing here?” It didn’t really matter anyway, because the vicar referred to him as Harry Smith and said he was a great family man.