S R Palumbo

Suppose 3 S R Palumbo

Kopfelman, winded and slightly wary, his glasses fogged up from perspiration, had cast about through the growing dusk and dire portent of traffic lights to check out an old lady with a "Dump Nixon" button who had been doggedly trailing him from the subway stop on Sixth Avenue to the entrance-way of Horn and Hardart on West 57th Street. He was definitely sure he was being followed, though maybe through a system of relays, the old lady acting as an innocent decoy-Apple Annie.