As happens once in a while, and twice in a while if it’s a joke, the CIA loses track of one of its operatives, and so calls in one of their top spy hunters to try and locate him.
The head of the CIA gives the spy hunter some information to help him to track the missing operative down.
“All I can tell you is that his name is Murphy and that he’s somewhere in Ireland. If you think you’ve located him, tell him the code words, ‘The weather forecast calls for mist in the morning.’ If it’s really him, he’ll answer, ‘Yes, and for mist at noon as well.'”
So the spy hunter heads off to Ireland and stops in at a pub in a small village.
He says to the barman , “Maybe you can help me. I’m looking for a man named Murphy.”
The barman replies, “You’re going to have to be more specific than that my good man, because around here there are a lot of fellows who go by that name”.
“For a start there’s Murphy the baker; Then there’s Murphy the banker; Also Murphy the farmer; And, as a matter of fact, my name is Murphy, too.”
Hearing this, the spy hunter figures he might as well try the code words on Murphy the barman , so he says, “The weather forecast calls for mist in the morning.”
The barman replies, “Oh, you’re looking for Murphy the Spy. He lives right down the road”
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