Dirty Mr. Orlando and the Murky Trap! Fagsy town, located at the banks of majestic gurgling Ganges, was experiencing its first shiver of winter At the outskirts of that town, in a quaint and cute house stood an open roof laboratory with beakers, fumes, a huge portrait of Archimedes and a huge telescope. In between the telescope and the portrait of Archimedes was huge bath tub with Mr. Vpathy, an astro-scientist, in the bath tub, absorbing the chill of the night. His mission was to send some fumes to Jupiter’s Moon Europa! These fumes were travelling up in the sky, establishing a connection with a shadow sitting in the clouds. The shadow descended clandestinely and plucked a hair from Mr. Vpathy’s head and rushed back to sit on the clouds. This quaint brick house was located adjacent to the main road. A young officer of the intelligence service Allen, 23 years of age was driving his car with great speed. He had to join his office at Fagsy Town before the clock struck 12 midnight. His senior had laughed when he heard Allen was being posted to Fagsy. He had said, “My friend, you are going in a land of goldmines!” “Goldmines?” Officer Allen had asked innocently. “Mischief and crime are like gold for intelligence service officer. My friend you will discover enough gold before you turn old!” he had laughed boisterously The anxiety of reaching on time and this sentence of his senior was circulating in his mind, when he saw some figures cross the road. They were dressed in white and to the officer’s astonishment, they jumped from a great height and vanished in the jungle. Officer Allen laughed aloud, “Nay!” They cannot be ghost!