
This one has two major delights for me, aside from the plot switches, intelligence of our heroes, and the realistic tone and atmosphere. It’s one of the comparatively rare stories in which U.N.C.L.E. sets a trap for their quarry (the ad in the Rome paper, designed to flush the Re-Collectors out of the bushes). And it features Solo as classical detective, a la Ellery Queen (scroll down on that page for a pleasant jolt!). His hinting at the nature of the puzzle to Illya in Act III, and then his revelation of the true nature of the Re-Collectors, work very well; in fact he actually uses the word “deductions.”
Evangeline must have been one of many personal assistants Waverly auditioned over the years until he settled on Lisa Rogers. Possibly because Lisa was the first to resist Solo’s charms, or Illya’s.
As we’ve seen before, Solo speaks fluent and rapid Italian. It lends weight to the idea that at least one of his parents was from Italy -- though he states later, in “Concrete Overcoat,” that he is not Italian at all.

Solo tells Demos that “his” painting was stolen “during the war.” Unless he’s pretending to be a lot older than he is, he’d have been about 12 or 13 back then, and Demos should have remarked on it -- and used it as one reason for not believing Solo is on the up-and-up. Better if Solo had told Demos, “The painting was stolen from my family.”
Illya’s moments here are few, but memorable. His tinted hornrims as he makes notes on the case file in Waverly’s office; his dark dark Foster Grants in the Rome post office; his Hugh Hefner-ish presence in dressing gown as he hosts Valetti . . . and that very suggestive moment where it looks as though he and Lisa have been snuggling (“Mr. Waverly told me to relax,” says he!) on the couch. Not to mention his moment of near-insubordination to Waverly (“We were just making sure . . . sir”).
In a nice casting touch, George Macready, who plays Demos, was an art collector in his own right, together with his friend -- Vincent Price.
Verdict: Not a Thrush or science-fiction story, but a solid tale of intrigue and international detective work.
Memorable lines:
Valetti (hyping the Re-Collectors): “We hunt, we find, we kill.”
Solo: “I’m certain that Valetti’s gun will be pointing in the right direction. I just must remember not to be standing in front of it.”
Solo (to Demos, declining to drink his wine): “I promised my dear old mother that I wouldn’t drink until I was twenty.”
Sergeant: “So you see, nobody sent me. I came.”
Solo (murmuring): “And saw . . . and conquered.”
Illya (to Waverly): “I think I’d better go and get Mr. Solo out of there before something unpleasant happens to him.”
Waverly: “No, no, no, no, no. When Solo gets into trouble, that’s when he starts getting results!”
Illya (re: their plan): “Casting bread on the waters to bring home the bacon.”
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