William Johnston - Max Smart and the Perilous Pellets

Max Smart, otherwise known as Agent 86 of Control, stepped from his car, glanced to the left, then to the right, then strode forward toward the secret entrance to Control Headquarters. Max should have also looked to the front. For the moment he strode forward he tripped over a small boy and fell flat on his face.

Shine, mister? the small boy asked. Having lowered Max to his level, he was now eye-to-eye with him.

I dont have time for a shine, sonny, Max replied, rising. You see, I just received an emergency call from the Chief. Something big is popping. The fate of the entire civilized world is probably hanging in the balance again.

The small boy looked at him disappointedly. You shouldnt make up stories, mister, he said. Itll become a habit. When you grow up, no one will believe anything you say. Remember the boy who cried Wolf!?

Max frowned, shaking his head. No-what about the boy who cried Wolf!?

The boy placed his shoe shine box in front of Max. Put your foot right there and Ill tell you about it, he said.

Max placed a foot on the box. Yes?

Well, once upon a time, the small boy began, smearing polish on Maxs shoe, there was a little boy named Pedro Hernandez. He lived in a small town called Andys Mountain. Pedros father ran the local coffee house.

Coffee house?

A small cafe that served only coffee, the small boy explained. The men of the town would sit in the coffee house drinking coffee from morn til night. There was one man, however, who was no longer allowed to sit in the coffee house and drink coffee from morn til night. His name was Wolf Barnschlager. And the reason Wolf Barnschlager was not allowed to sit in the coffee house and drink coffee from morn til night was because for years Wolf Barnschlager had been sitting in the coffee house drinking coffee from morn til night and he had run up a tab of four-hundred-and-seven dollars and twenty-eight cents, including tax.

I see. A deadbeat.

No, he was still very much alive, the small boy replied, buffing Maxs shoe. In fact, a rumor began circulating in Andys Mountain that Wolf Barnschlager planned to disguise himself as a local Indian named Francis X. Sheepfoot, enter the coffee house, order a cup of coffee, drink it, then slip out without paying for it, thereby executing a cruel but clever hoax.

Max sighed sadly. Everybody picks on the Indians.

Yes. Well, soon after that, little Pedro observed a man entering the coffee house who looked suspiciously like Francis X. Sheepfoot. Immediately, so as to alert his father, he cried, Wolf! Wolf! His father, alerted, rushed at the man, got him by the feathers, and hurled him bodily from the coffee house.

I know, Max smiled. But, as it turned out, the man who looked suspiciously like Francis X. Sheepfoot was, in fact, not Wolf Barnschlager, but Francis X. Sheepfoot. Right?

No, it was Wolf Barnschlager, all right, the small boy replied. Other shoe, please.

Max placed the other shoe on the shine box. Then why was it wrong for Pedro to cry Wolf! Wolf!? he asked.

Wrong? It wasnt wrong. It was exactly the right thing to do. His father rewarded him handsomely. He made him assistant manager of the coffee house.

Max looked down at the boy puzzledly. Then I dont see the point-

He was interrupted by a ringing sound.

Excuse me, Max said. Ill have to have my shoe back. Its ringing.

The small boy groaned. It happens every time! Right in the middle of a shine!

Max removed his foot from the box, then removed the shoe from his foot.

Max: Maxwell Smart, Secret Agent 86 here.

Chief: Max! Where are you? Were waiting!

Max: Im on my way, Chief. Im right outside Headquarters now. The instant this boy finishes polishing my telephone, Ill be right in.

Operator: Polishing your telephone! If that boy ruins our instrument, therell be Bell to pay!

Chief: Max, this is no time to get a shoe shine!

Max: Same old thing hanging in the balance again, Chief?

Chief: Worse, Max! Worse-believe me! Now, get in here!

Operator: The idea! Smearing gunk all over our phone!

Max: Please accept my apology-both of you. Im on my way, Chief.

Max slipped his shoe back on his foot. Im sorry I cant stay to hear the end of the story, he said to the small boy.

That was the end, the boy replied. Unless, of course, youre interested in the part about- He shook his head. No, you wouldnt be interested in that part.

I would, I would, Max said. What happened?

Thats Part II, the boy replied. You get Part II when you get a second shoe shine.

Drat! Max said. Just when it was getting interesting, too. Look, uh, would it be in bad taste to get my second shoe shine right now? I know you shoe shine boys have your rules and all that, but-

Maxs shoe began ringing again.

The Chief again, Max said. I better get inside. He handed the small boy a coin. Anyway, he said, thank you for a very enjoyable experience. He patted the boys head. Youre a bright lad, and Im sure youll go far.

The boy picked up his box. Its not in the cards, he said sorrowfully.

Oh?

Im failure-prone, the boy replied. Look at me now-a lowly shoe shine boy. And-would you believe it? I was once the assistant manager of a coffee house.

You mean?

If you ever need another shine, look me up, the boy said, walking away. Ask for Pedro.

Max stared after him for a moment, then turned and entered Control Headquarters. Id still like to hear the details, he said to himself.

When Max reached the Chiefs office he rapped briskly on the door.

How many ss in Mississippi? a voice responded.

I dont know, Chief-how many ss are there in Mississippi? Max asked.

Max, thats the code for today!

Oh. Well, lets see, there are four as in Alabama. And there are two ls in Pennsylvania. And there are-

Max! The correct answer is, there are no ss in Mississippi!

I dont think thats quite right, Chief. I may not be too great on Pennsylvania, but Im a whiz on Mississippi. There happen to be-

Max! Come in!

Max opened the door and stepped into the Chiefs office. He saw Agent 99 seated in a chair next to the desk. 99, he said, would you straighten the Chief out on Mississippi? He seems to think-

Max, he was using the code, 99 replied. The code is, There are no ss in Mississippi. In other words, the wrong answer is the right answer. But, if you didnt know the code, you wouldnt know that. So, youd give the right answer-and that would be the wrong answer. You couldnt get in here without the wrong answer, Max.

I see. Then how did I get in here?

In your case, I always make an exception, Max, the Chief explained. You never have the wrong answer.

Max smiled appreciatively. Thank you, Chief.

Youre welcome. Now, can we get down to business?

Max put up a hand. Just a minute, Chief. I havent punched in. He went to the rack of time cards, selected one, then placed it into the slot of the time clock. A bell rang. Max extracted the card and placed it back in the rack. Which reminds me, Max said, turning back to the Chief. My last pay check was short a dollar and seventy-four cents.

Well, Im sorry, Max, but-

For overtime, Max said, approaching the desk. I dont want to be petty about it, but if I owed Control a dollar and seventy-four cents for overtime, I would certainly pay up. Whats sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.

Ill try to-

It isnt much, I know, if you think of it in dollars and cents, Max said. But translate it into marbles, at three for a penny, and it would come to quite a handful.

I know, Max, I know, the Chief said. Ill send a note to Accounting and make sure that you get your money.

Ahhhh, Chief could I have it in marbles? It will seem like a lot more.