Sample of the tempting sort of bait successfully used to catch spies by His Majesty's Government has now been on view in London's ancient, soot-blackened Bow Street Police Court for several weeks, officially tagged "Miss X." This slim, bobbed-hair blonde, English to judge from her accent, arrived curvesomely sheathed in clinging black, kept shifting her handsome fur piece with the sinuosity of Mae West, as she testified before a bug-eyed judge. "She is a lady," explained the Crown, refused to divulge her name.

Clustered miserably in the prisoner's dock day after day...

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