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Now, the special English program American stories.Our story today is called double cross. It was writtenby *. Here is * with the story.Jennet pulled the page from her typewriter and lookednervously at her wristwatch. It was almost time. Fromthe inner office came sounds of her boss preparing toleave. The sounds were doors opening and closing.These sounds were well-known to her after 8 years ashis secretary. Then her boss himself stood at thedoor, pushing along arm into his top coat. She saw howgood he looked in his great suit. It seemed just rightagainst his brain and hair.' Good night, Mr. Masen.'She said with a weak smile.' Good night, Jennet.I'll see you Monday morning as usual.' He was quickand friendly. Perhaps she only a margent that look aconcern in his eyes as he walked out. Jennet coveredher typewriter. She pulled a lipstick and mirror fromher purse. Her hands were cold and shaky when shebegan to written her lips, and run a cone though ahair. There would be no time to stop that the woman'srestaurant this evening to do this.She felt a terror slowly rising up inside herself. Howcould she ever go though it? But she knew she must.She was too late to retreat. She reached into a drawerand pulled out an neting basket and ball of wall withnoodle sticking out. At the bottom of the basket laidthree microfilms, each in a metal case. She stared atthem, feeling guilty. She felt a nerval shock as the *glue. She stuffed wall back into the basket. Sheseized her purse and took her last look around theoffice. Then she walked into the hall, felt what's asecretaries in clench hurry in home. Doors opened andmore workers walked out into the hall. The click ofhigh hears made the pouring of Jennet's heart seemlouder, as she moved alone with the crowd.She was like every Friday. There wasn't noisyexcitement near her. Everyone * to leave their desks.The weekends play ahead. Jennet held her person oneend, with a neting basket pucked over her rest. Shepushed the way outside into the afternoon sunshine.

'Easy now.' she told herself. She stopped to let thecrowd flow past. And she looked ahead down the longramp, leading to the guard gate. Her heart sank.Beside a regular guard *, there was a guard she neversaw before. He was helping * inspect the people movingthrough the gate. He looked there passes and *. Hepeered into their purses and lunch pairs. Morecarefully than * it seemed.Jennet retreated to the doorway of the building. As arule, she did not leave so early, and had forgottenthat an extra guard was station at the gate at thishour. She knew there is how tightly she was holdingher purse.'Be come' she said to herself, 'be nature.'Everything depends on getting through that gate.Getting a microfilm had been easier enough with hersecurity clarions. But getting man passed the guardwould be the test. She remembered how she and herhusband Charles had gone over step by step what shewas to do. They had prepared for months. It is soundit easy when Charles has given her the plan. He hadworked it all out even before he told her what hewanted her to do.It was well-known that Jennet was still a young bride.it seem nature therefore to use a neting basket tosmuggle a films on the plant. They chose the monthwhen her old friend *, the senior guard on the forcetook his turn at the gate. She has spent the wholepast month working on it. She often left the plantlate, and stopped the gate to check within. She talkedabout his boy who is in the *. And she spoke about thelittle thing she was neting. A few times she testedhim. By being chating, saying nothing about theneting. And then passing a * through withoutinspection.

The crowd at the gate * and the extra guard wave to *as she moved off in the * direction. Jennet closed hereyes a second and took a deep breath. Now, asnaturally as possible, she moved down the round. Shehoped the smile on her face did not appear as stiff asit felt. She swirled twice before she greeted herfriend. 'Hello,*, how are you?' she felt a rush ofguilt. As a green broke a cross his face brown but thesound. 'Good evening Miss. *, you are earlytonight.' 'Yes, my husband is meeting me *.' Sheheld out her pass with her picture on it and pulledback her coat so she could see her badge pin to herdress. * not it. ' how is the neting?' this was it.She removed a baby's woolen booty, and held it outfor her inspection. 'I finish this one, but ham downmuch on the other. A horn up. Oh, there is my husbandafter the round. Good night *.' She wondered if herboy sounded the shaking to him, as it did to her onlyears. She crash the booty back into the basket, andsquess pass the guard house. She have run on the sidewall. *'s good night followed her. She forced herselfto remain calm and slow down. She walked toward thegreen car park to the *, its motor running. She wasshaking so much. She could not turn her hand of thedoor. Charles reached over open it for her, and sheslid into the seek the *. He looked at her,' did youget them? These boys were *.' She showed the * hemust be feeling well sitting there waiting for her thecoming through the gate. Yes, she not in but the diefeeling. 'good girl, *.' The car moved off into thetraffic. Did you have any trouble getting a stuff?Charles was pleasant to gain, and gave her *.' Justtry the relax,' he said,' everything is all right.How drop you are for the apartment this plan! And thenthe little the microfilms.' He turned on the radio,may be some music will calm her. At last, the carturned into a quiet street. Charles reached into theknitting basket, and took the three shiny disks. Heput them inside his coat pocket, then handed her thebasket. He kissed her.' See you later.'She entered her apartment like a person in a *. Shecrossed to the wide window and looked out. Herhusband's green car was pulling away from a stoplight at the end of the street. She looked up and downthe street, and then though what she was looking for.A black car moved out from the drive way beyond theapartment house, and followed her husband. Behind theblack car was a another one. Inside the car was herboss.' Well,' she said to the empty room,' that'sthat.' But she continued standing looking out intothe street. Long after the three cars had disappearedfrom sight. She still thought none, died. She wonderedwhen she would begin to feel something. The pain andguilt of wave who had betrayed her husband. Shethought back over everything at led up to that betrayon.

To the night, last 6 weeks after their marriage. Shelaid with heard on his arm, and his hands gentlystroke her hair. He can face to her his connections,and told her what he expected her to do. Sheremembered * she felt over this terrible request, theshake and disbelieve. Her instinct to being the cryout to rebel. But sound in her voice had warned her tobe careful. This was something bigger than justherself and her marriage. A marriage now broken intolittle pieces. And it had been something bigger thanherself which made her tell her boss perfects. Hiscommonest quire it her. She was able later to listento a plan he developed together with the FBI for herto go along with her husband's plans. It was almostdark outside when she turned from the window andreached for a table land. She crossed the room, shehad shared with Charles's hip. She took off her coatand opened a door to the clothes closet. She reached aclothes hanger. Suddenly she stopped. One side of thecloset was empty, all his clothes were gone. Shelooked around the room, all his things were gone. Asif there never had been such a person as Charles here.She was sharply * by the four meaning of thesituation. * had never meant to return. She had justbeen his tool, married her for his purpose. Shewondered how many other tools there had been beforeher. She started to laugh. Then her lifter turned intosaps, great, hiving saps. And she through herselfacross the ban. As she gave in to a misery, there wasa fleeting thought.' I'll cry tonight. Tomorrow,I'll my lawyer.You have heard the story double cross. It was writtenby *. It was published in * of short short stories, *copy write *. The story teller was *. This is *.