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...Belle, then 26, announced that he would "never" return to the U.S. Trouble is, Tinkerer Belle got himself into an international check-swindling operation in Brazil. When local cops tumbled to the game, Belle had a choice of going on trial there or back home. Home was where the clink is cleaner, and Belle was hustled aboard a New York-bound jet by a gent from Interpol. Two FBI men showed up at Idlewild to greet him, and after health authorities officially welcomed him with an on-the-spot smallpox shot, he was taken off to face 79 federal counts...
Above the clink of crystal goblets and the beat of a twist tune wafted shreds and snippets of conversation. "Looks like Pierre made a party on the way." "No, darling, these models don't have a thing on underneath. They don't have anything to hide." "Look at Ethel go! Where does she get the energy?" "Look, McCone is actually smiling!" "I would love to see Allen Dulles twist." Floating among the crowd of 300 smartly-dressed people was the hostess, a tawny blonde, her hair bouffant, her gown a new Cardin, her perfume by Dior...
Every plotter does his part. To hide the sound of a tunnel being chipped through the concrete floor of a bunkhouse washroom, the clink of the pick is synchronized with the banging of the hammer innocently driving a horseshoe-pitching stake outside. Wardrobes of German clothes are run up from blankets and uniforms dyed in coffee or ink; whole wallets full of identity papers are forged; money, emergency rations, maps are scrounged. The tunnel is a marvel of Swiss Family Robinson ingenuity, with electric lights, a little subway running on wooden tracks, a bellows-operated ventilation system...
...every other book Hume ever wrote; don't say just "Medieval cathedrals"--name nine. Think of a few specific examples of "contemporary decadence," like Natalie Wood. If you can't come up with titles, try a few sharp metaphors of your own; they have at least the solid clink of pseudo-facts...
When the air was finally clear of flying dancers, the audience rose and gave the performers the old Sol Hurok Opening Night Locomotive. The dancers applauded back with enthusiasm. The reviews glowed. Box offices along the company's 16-city cross-continent route rang to the clink of coin. As for Impresario Hurok himself, his restless eye was probably already roving the map of Russia that was included in the official program. A ballet troupe from Monchegorsk, perhaps? Or sword dancers from Pinsk...