How can a small item be passed from one man to another in a busy restaurant just chock full of agents trying to keep that very thing from happening?

This is a relatively minor Black Widower story, one of several which tend to have the same basic idea—how can information be passed along without anyone noticing? This isn’t the first story along these lines, nor will it be the last—and it certainly isn’t the best.

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