A lifetime seemed to pass in a few minutes for him, fleeting memories as he watched the clouds flashing by the side of the plane. Half-Japanese, half-American, a racial mongrel, he knew the two languages as mother tongues. The Japanese heritage had been easy for him to absorb. In Hawaii the Japanese community never loses touch with the natal homeland. A slight smile came to Lukes face. An only child, self-contained, brain and body disciplined, in perfect harmony. What had all the education and training come to? Industrial espionage. It was as though his life had been only a preparation for the deceptions and the perils a spy knows.