"Won't you be seated?" Barnes invited.
The captain sat, laid his cap on his knee.
"A drink?"
"No, thank you."
"Mind if I have one?"
"Of course not."
Barnes fixed himself a drink. He seated himself on a sofa, leaned back and said: "Now what's it all about? What would an intelligence officer want with me?"
"I'm not only representing the Americas at this moment, Mr. Barnes, but all of earth as well. I'm here to ask you to do a service for the world."
"A service?" Barnes sipped at his drink. "You must be mistaken about me captain. I'm just a playwright."
"But I haven't made a mistake, Mr. Barnes. And you can save the world. Just by writing a play."