You Couldn't Trust Anyone Or

You're Never Too Young To Die.

I Hear It Still. As I Lay Down My Pen And Take To My Bed, I Am Aware Of The Bow Being Drawn Across The Bridge And The Music Rises Into The Night Sky. It Is Far Away And Barely Audible - But There It Is! A Pizzicato. Then A Tremelo. The Style Is Unmistakable. It Is Sherlock Holmes Who Is Playing. It Must Be. I Hope With All My Heart That He Is Playing For Me . . .

I Don't Know Anything!' Tim(caleb) Wailed. He'd Never Spoken A Truer Word In His Life.

He Died Fighting For What He Believed In.

You Couldn't Trust Anyone Or Anything That Belonged To The World Of Espionage.