William Johnston - Missed It By That Much!

Max Smart, known to Control, the secret organization for good, as Agent 86, marched briskly up to the secret entrance to Control Headquarters, entered, then strode snappily down a long corridor. Huge iron doors opened before him as he approached, then clanged closed behind him. At the end of the corridor he reached a telephone booth. Stepping into it, Max closed the folding door, then started to dial. At that exact moment, the telephone rang.

Max peered at the telephone puzzledly. Youre a dummy telephone, he said to the instrument. Youre not supposed to ring.

The telephone jangled again.

Max shrugged, then picked up the receiver.

Max: Max Smart, Agent 86, here.

Voice (male): Let me speak to Hazel, please.

Max: You have the wrong number. Theres no Hazel here. And, besides that, this is a dummy telephone.

Voice: Then let me talk to the dummy.

Max: You dont understand. This telephone doesnt work. Actually, it isnt a telephone at all. Its a gadget that triggers a trap door. When I dial a certain number, the trap door opens and drops me into the basement.

Voice: And you do it? Knowing the trap door is going to open and drop you into the basement? I guess thats why its called a dummy telephone. Only a dummy would-

Max hung up.

He waited a moment, then took the receiver from the hook again and began dialing the secret number. He dialed one digit, then another, then another, then another, then placed the receiver back in the holder. The trap door sprang open. But, unfortunately, Maxs index finger was caught in one of the holes of the dial. He dangled over the opening.

Chagrined, Max sighed disgustedly. Then, still dangling by a finger, he reached down with his free hand and removed his shoe telephone from his foot. Holding the shoe in his teeth, he dialed a number, then put the shoe to his ear.

Chief: Control Headquarters. The Chief speaking.

Max: This is Max, Chief. I thought Id better call. Im going to be delayed a few minutes.

Chief (gruffly): Max, this happens every time I call you in for an assignment. Whats the problem this time? Where are you?

Max: If its all the same to you, Chief, Id just as soon not say. Frankly, its a little embarrassing.

Operator: He probably tied his shoelaces together again, Chief.

Max (indignantly): I did not! And Ill thank you to stay out of this, Operator.

Chief (worried now): Max, are you in trouble? Has KAOS taken you prisoner? Are you being tortured? Is that it?

Operator: Ill bet he was taking a shower and he got his big toe caught in the drain.

Max: Youre both wrong. Chief, just give me a few minutes, will you? I do have a little problem. But Im sure I can work it out. Start the meeting without me. Ill be along in a while.

Chief: Max, the purpose of the meeting is to assign you to a mission-how can I start that without you? If youre in trouble, tell me where you are. Ill send someone to help you.

Max: Oh, all right, if its that urgent. Im here in the building. In the telephone booth. At least, part of me is in the booth. The other part of me is in the basement. I got my finger caught in the dial, and Im dangling.

Operator: I knew it! What a knucklehead!

Chief: Hold on, Max. Im sending Agent 99 to get you down.

Operator: Dont do it, Chief. Let him dangle. If you get him down, hell just get in trouble again. You know what you need? A new agent. Now, my brother-in-law, Arnold-

Max hung up, silencing the operator.

Approximately a quarter of an hour later, Max entered the Chiefs office, followed by the beautiful, dark-haired Agent 99, who was carrying a ladder. The Chief was in conversation with someone on the telephone. He motioned for Max and 99 to be seated. Max settled in the chair that faced the Chiefs desk. And 99, after standing the ladder against a wall, perched on a corner of the desk.

Ill take your word for it, your brother-in-law, Arnold, probably wouldnt ever get his finger caught in a telephone dial, the Chief said into the receiver, but it takes more than that to be a secret agent.

Right. It takes know-how, Max nodded.

No, Im sure your brother-in-law, Arnold, hasnt ever tied his shoelaces together, either, the Chief said. However. . Well, look, do this: have your brother-in-law come in and fill out an application. Ill give it every consideration.

The Chief placed the receiver in the cradle.

Chief, youre not really thinking about replacing me with the operators brother-in-law, Arnold, are you? Max said, hurt.

Of course not, Max. Theres no time for it. This assignment I have for you is urgent.

No one could ever take your place, Max, 99 said. At least, not with me.

Max leaned forward. How about with you, Chief? he said, a bit anxiously.

Well, I will say this, the Chief replied, there has never been, and Im sure there will never be, an agent like you, Max. Now, can we get down to business?

Yes, lets, 99 said. What is the assignment, Chief?

The Chief tipped back in his chair, looking solemn. First, let me fill you in on the background, he said. A few weeks ago an incident occurred in a small English village that, at the time, seemed completely unimportant.

That sounds like it would be right down Arnolds alley, Max said, pouting.

Max-will you forget about Arnold? Your job is safe. If I tried to fire you, Id have your union on my neck. And I just dont have time for that sort of thing. Now then, as I was saying-

Is that your reason? Because you dont want trouble with the union? Max interrupted, his lower lip trembling. If it is, just say the word.

And youll do what, Max? Resign from the union?

No, Ill pay up my back dues.

Chief, what was it that happened in that little English village that seemed completely unimportant? 99 said.

The town was suddenly permeated by a terrible odor, the Chief replied. The odor filled every nook and cranny in the village. It was everywhere. The people panicked. And within minutes the whole town was cleared. It looked like a ghost town.

And you call a thing like that unimportant? Max said. Those people are homeless, Chief. Doesnt that mean anything to you? Or have you become so insensitive that the suffering and anguish of your nearest and dearest friend means absolutely nothing to you?

The Chief stared at him, baffled. My nearest and dearest friend? Max, I dont know a soul in that village.

Im talking about me, Max replied. This idea of yours to replace me with the operators brother-in-law, Arnold, has cut me deeply. How can you be so heartless?

The Chiefs eyes rolled ceilingward. He groaned.

Go on, Chief, 99 urged. Max didnt mean it.

Well, in time, the Chief went on, the wind shifted and the terrible odor drifted away. The people returned to the village. And, when they traced the odor, it led them to the house of a Dr. Livingstrom, a scientist.

What caused the odor? 99 said. What did they find?

Ill tell you what they found, Max said. They found a message scratched on the wall. It said: Arnold was here. Theres the explanation for your terrible odor.

The Chief shook his head. They did find a message, however-in a sense, he said. It was a scribbled notation. They found it in Dr. Livingstroms laboratory. It said: Brassica Oleracia-212.

99 looked at Max. Max looked at 99. Then they both turned back to the Chief.

Brassica Oleracia-212? 99 said puzzledly. What does it mean?

Nobody knows, the Chief replied. We think it may be a formula. But were not positive. Its possible that its in code. Our cryptographers have been working on it, but, so far, they havent come up with anything.