The Latter-Day Luddite Saves the Day By Laura Fry

The police were on a coffee break, at a loss. Despite all the technology, the wanted man had got the better of them. They didn't notice the young woman at the opposite table with an old-fashioned tape recorder, on her way to teach a friend's child German. She had found the man who had just left the café somewhat suspicious and pressed record. This latter-day Luddite was able to tell the police that their man was on his way to Rotterdam. She had his conversation on an old-fashioned machine that people dismissed as useless. The Dutch police made the arrest.

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