He didn’t have far to look. No. 2 was in the lobby.

“Yes,” said No. 2, “you can leave town if you leave quick. There must be no more foolishness. The only thing that saves you from arrest is your uniform.”

Mr. Kiley left town and left quick, and, aside from his four blowouts, had an uneventful trip to Paris.

But what if I had taken that assignment⁠—I with no uniform except one willed me by the Chicago Cubs? O Boy!

Saturday, August 25. Paris.