Max Smart Loses Control [antikvár]

1 Max Smart, Agent 86 for Control, was awakened that morning by the jangling of his telephone. Always alert. Max jumped out of bed instantly—and went to the door of his apartment. "Yes . . . what is it?" Max muttered, looking out into the corridor. There was no one there. Yet, the bell was stiU ringing. Max's eyes opened wide. "That's a very good trick," he said, impressed, addressing the empty corridor. "How do you do it?" The only response was the continuing jangle of the beU. "Oh . . ." Max said, addressing himself now, "maybe it's the phone." He closed the door, retumed to his bedroom, and began looking for his shoes, one of which served also as a telephone. He peeked under the bed, and found the first base mitt he had lost several weeks earlier (just before the big game between the Control Angels and the KAOS DevUs), but not his shoes. Max retrieved the mitt, slipped it on, then pounded his fist into it a few times. "I sure wish I'd had you during the game," he told the mitt. "The Chief made me play with what was available. Have you ever tried to catch a hot grounder ¦with Agent 99's handbag? I kept losing the ball in the change purse. Twice, trying for