Mark Slate walked into the Show Me Salon.

"Mr. Slate, nice seeing you again," said the receptionist.

"Hi, I'm here for my 2:00 appointment."

"Certainly. This way, please."

She led him into a massage room.

A couple minutes later, a blond came into the room.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Slater. My name is Susan, and I'll be your masseur."

He looked at her sternly. "What happened to Miss Dancer, my usual girl?"

"She was called away—a family emergency, I believe."

"A family emergency?"

"That's right."

"Well, I should have been informed; after all, I am her. . . Uncle!"

A shocked expression appeared on her face. She tried to pull out a gun, but he was fast. He grabbed her and held her arms.

"Where's April?"

She didn't answer but continued to struggle in her arms. He hit her on a spot on her head, causing her to pass out. Then he left the room.

The spa had several rooms. He went into a couple but didn't see her. Then he went into a third room. It had a tub filled with brown mud in it. Someone was inside it. That someone was struggling and trying to talk.

Mark went over to this person. It as a girl, and there was tape over her mouth.

"April?"

She nodded.

"This'll hurt, I'm afraid."

He pulled the tape off her mouth.

"OUCH!"

"Sorry! Do you often take mud baths with your clothes on?"

"No, I usually take them with my clothes off!"

"That's nice to know!"

He took out a small knife and began cutting the ropes she was tied with. She climbed out of the tub.

"Thanks, Mark."

"What happened?"

"I think this whole salon is a THRUSH front. Susan and the owner caught me just as I was trying to contact you."

"I think we'd better get out of here!"

"I think you're right, Mark!"

"I think you're staying right where you are, honey!" a third voice said.

Susan and another woman were standing at the door, guns in hand!

"What'll we do with them," asked Susan.

"Get back in the tub, April," said the woman. "You, too, Mr. Slate."

"Can I put my bathing suit on, first?"

"NO!"

They got into the tub together. It was large enough to sit them comfortably. Mark whispered something to April, and she nodded.

She began frantically searching around, in the bottom of the mud. "I can't find my ring!"

"Your ring?" said Susan.

"I had on a ring. It was my mother's, and it has great sentimental value. Help me find it, Mark."

He also began searching. The women walked closer to the tub.

Suddenly, April and Mark grabbed the girls and pulled them in with them!

They wrestled for a few minutes, but the UNCLE agents were finally able to take the guns and get out. They quickly ran out of the room, and the salon. Fortunately, Mark's car was nearby, and they drove back to UNCLE headquarters.

They had some trouble explaining why they were covered in mud!