"Thanks, Admiral Hawarden. I've got to get busy now, on my report to the Council."
"Call on me for any help I can give. I'd offer you my confidential secretary to dictate them to, if it wasn't so secret."
"Thanks. She would be a big help, but we'd better not."
"How'd you know it was a 'she'?"
"Even a pigeon can admire a shapely shape," Hanlon quipped as he disconnected.
The young SS man was just finishing his report the next day when Admiral Newton walked into his hotel room.
"Gosh, Dad, am I especially glad to see you this time!" his son enthused. "I need you to check this report."
"Let's see what you've got." Newton settled down in a big chair to study the report, while Hanlon fidgetted about the room, anxiously.
"A very clear, concise and complete report, Spence," Newton applauded when he finished reading.
"Where do I send it, and to whom?"