After decades in America, the master spy was on his way home.

The master spy could see where he was going without any difficulty.

The master spy was running as though his life depended upon it.

The master spy had leaped and was out of the way.

Perhaps it was the eager note in the voice of the master spy.

A baffled look came over the face of the master spy.

He had about him the look of one who was planning a career either as a master spy or a double agent.

Bending down, he picked up the master spy, box and all, in his arms.

The Master Spy stood looking down at him for a moment.

The Master Spy kept well away from the water level and moved on along the high bank.