Trail of the Disturber: One.

Relaxing after her close escape from the clutches of the (now late)Discomfiter, Ms. Madison returned to her native London, and her long-term admirer, Michael Rake, a man who despaired of ever becoming more than a close friend to the lovely blonde on account of her frequent foreign trips. Not knowing that she was the secretary of the Green Man, he suspected that the blonde daughter of Madison of the Yard might somehow be involved in intelligence work. Our story opens w.ith the pair waltzing over the floor of the Savoy Ballroom.

'Can't you just quit your job and settle down?' Michael asked plaintively for the several hundreth times. 'I've got enough dough for the both of us, and we could travel togther if that's what you want out of life.'

'You know my answer, Mike,' she laughed softly. 'I think you're sweet, but I'm not done with life as a bachelor girl.'

'Your father thinks so,' Rake held her closer, 'your mother thinks so, and I think so. So, what exactly is the problem?'

'The problem, Michael,' she sighed, leaning back in his arms, 'is that I don't think so. Michael, I like you - a lot. But I don't like you enough to give up everything and become a housewife.'

A page approached the dancing couple, manner a little nervous. Ms. Madison saw him over Rake's shoulder and siezed her chance.

'What's up?' she asked, eyes wide.

'You're wanted on the telephone, Miss,' the page smiled. 'Bloke says you'll know who it is.'

'Got to go!' Ms. Madison ran for the desk, snatching up the receiver, she answered promptly.

'I hope that I am not interrupting you,' the voice of the Green Man came down the 'phone. 'But even if I am, you must leave it. Make your way to Heathrow at once. Your bags will be sent on after you. You are to take the eleven o'clock flight to Cairo. Your orders will be given you at the Palace Hotel. The Disturber is planning something huge.'

Ms. Madison just had time to grab her wrap before leaving.