Right after World War II:
“I want you to spoil the secret of Atomsk.”
“Atomsk?”
Coppersmith spelled it out, adding, “It’s the Russian atomic center. We want them to know that we know all about it. We want them to guess as to...
I love nothing better than surprising the readers of my short stories with a big twist in the end. They think the story is going in one direction and, bang, it ends up some place else. This is true of A Dish Served Cold, a crime short story set...