Are you willing to undertake a dangerous mission behind the enemy lines?

Knowing you may never return alive?

What you have just heard is the question asked during the war to agents of the OSS.

Ordinary citizens who do this question answered? Yes.

This is...

Cloak and Dagger.

Black warfare, espionage, international intrigue. These are the weapons of the OSS.

Today's story, recommendation from Rommel about an American OSS agent in Italy who almost

outsmarted himself is suggested by actual incidents recorded in the Washington files of

the Office of Strategic Services. A story that can now be told.

Hey, come back here. You can't leave me here. I demand to see someone in authority. Let me out of here.

Brother, that was some spot to be in. Me, Joe Tornado and a jail cell in Milan, Italy. It was crazy.

Well, after a while I got tired of yelling, so I sat down on a narrow prison cart and thought back to the way it had the gun.

On a train from Badeysa to Milan, the French underground had smuggled me from Leon across Switzerland.

And I made my way over the border. There I was on my own, posing as an Italian chocolate salesman.

So I sat back in my compartment, lit a European cigarette and blue smoke rings over my head to the rack, where my shortwave radio was hidden in one of the suitcases.

All of a sudden, the train gave a lurch. One of my suitcases took a flying dive to the floor.

There was a suitcase with a pen-knife scar across the other handle. The one with the radio. I was glad I was wrong in that compartment.

I couldn't wait to find out if that radio was all right. You see, the case was lined with a false baggy of boxes of chocolates to hide the radio.

I unfasten the baggy, and there was the radio. It was okay. Nothing was broken.

And then before I could refasten the baggy, I heard forces outside the compartment door.

I didn't have time to refasten the baggy. I had just enough time to slam the case shut again, slide it back up in the rack and get back in my seat.

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