"Make it twenty," said Lenny.
"Very well. Twenty minutes. When he gets there, I'll ask you to relay further instructions."
Lenny Poe closed his eyes, folded his arms, and relaxed in his chair. The other three men waited silently.
Nineteen minutes later, Lenny opened his eyes and said: "O.K. He's there. Now what?"
"There is a lamppost on that corner, I believe," said the President. "Can your brother see it?"
Lenny closed his eyes again. "Sure. There's a guy leaning against it."
The President's eyes brightened. "Describe him!"
Lenny, eyes still closed, said: "Five feet ten, heavy set, gray hair, dark-rimmed glasses, brown suit, flashy necktie. By the cut of his clothes, I'd say he was either British or American, probably American. Fifty-five or fifty-six years old."
It was obvious to the Secretary of Defense and to Colonel Spaulding that the President was suppressing some inward excitement.
"Very good, Mr. Poe!" he said. "Now, you will find a box of colored pencils and a sketch pad in that desk over there. Can you draw me a fairly accurate sketch of that man?"