Status Updates From The Odor of Violets

"...Gerente had some Braille instructions to deliver to me from Colonel Gray, the head of our defense plans for New York City. Gerente was killed and those instructions stolen from his rooms—”
“And brought to you anyhow,” said Spud. “Why?”
“Maybe they were photostated on the way. Braille can be deciphered, you know,” Maclain reminded him drily, “even by people who can see.”

Your average American will swallow the most incredible feats of gangsters...He overlooks the fact that, compared to a spy, the biggest gangster who ever lived was playing for small dough.” “You’re upset, Dunc.” Spud’s voice was quiet with an unusual note of concern. He came to the desk and placed a hand on the Captain’s shoulder. “I had no idea this was so serious, Dunc. What do you want me to do?”

The Captain snuffed his cigarette in the tray. “…There’s something inconsistent here—in this room, and the bedroom; and traces of it in Paul Gerente’s secret drawer.”
“If there’s anything in that drawer,” said Archer, “it certainly doesn’t meet the eye.”
“Nor ever will, Sergeant,” said Duncan Maclain. “I’m talking about an odor of violets!”

Eh, it's not the best. Perfectly fine for what it is though. Maybe it's just that I'm tired while reading it--poor night's sleep. Hopefully, it gets better though.