"I rather thought it was," the zipper salesman said, pleased. "Yes, I believe I can handle the job."
"Splendid!" Thrang said.
By then, the train had arrived at the station. The doors were unsealed, allowing the commuters to leave for their jobs. Thrang watched the zipper salesman depart, then hurried into the crowd. In a moment, he found a tall man wearing a slouch hat and dark glasses. On his lapel was a silver badge which read Secret Police.
"See that man?" Thrang asked, pointing to the zipper salesman.
"You bet," the Secret Policeman said.
"He's a spy! A dirty spy! Quick, after him!"
"He's being watched," said the Secret Policeman laconically.
"I just wanted to make sure," Thrang said, and started to walk off.
He felt a heavy hand on his shoulder. He turned. The Secret Policeman had been joined by two tall men in slouch hats and dark glasses. They wore badges that said Storm Troopers.
"You're under arrest," said the Secret Policeman.