Asher saw a man walking through the Grand Bazaar. He rushed toward him and said, "Come sir"
The man replied, "I can't, I have a job."
Asher then said, "But do you not wish a rest? Do you not wish a free sample of the best Raki in Istanbul?"
They argued for a while. Finally the man followed Asher up to a tent where David poured two glasses. After ten minutes the man passed out.
Another man approached. He said, "Gosh, what is that stuff."
Asher grinned, "I'd have to ask a cookery expert. But Turks love it. Er, you are Oliver aren't you?"
"Yes I am", Oliver replied. "I thought though all Moslems hated alchohol?"
Asher grinned again, "Not here; from what I heard tell it's got enough kick for the enemy to believe he got drunk instead of getting a Mickey. Poor fellow will have some hangover.
Oliver said, "Now to business." He carefully opened the pouch. He took out a few papers and photographed them. Then he with equal care wiped off the fingerprints. Oliver said,"They'll never know what happened."
Asher said,"I'm glad they loaned you to us."
Oliver said, "Funny though, if only my Mom could see me. Back home they were grooming me to be a respectable New England Lawyer."
David said, "Strange times."
Oliver said, "At least I have a good codename. After all, they say I'm the best pickpocket in the OSS."
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It is common for intelligence organizations to train and maintain specialists like Agent Oliver. Pre-independence Israel would not have such resources, and a request for assistance from the American Office of Strategic Services would not be implausible.
War made for strange situations and it would also not be implausible for a respectable College boy to become "the best pickpocket in the OSS".