William Johnston

1.Max Smartknown to Control as Agent 86^peered down at the wing-tipped brown-and-white oxford that the shoe clerk had just fitted snugly to his right foot. His left foot was already wearing its mate. As the clerk, still kneeling, glanced up hopefully, Max tested the feel of the shoes on his...

At the moment the general office at Walt Whitman High School had the appearance of a cattle pen shortly before the slaughter was to begin. There was considerable milling about. The conversation was low-toned and could easily have been mistaken for dis^ntled lowing. In fact, however, neither...

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...