 Why wasn't Read wearing his green beret when arrested Umluana?
Illustrated by Schoenherr Read locked the door and drew his pistol. Sergeant Rashid handed Premier Umluana the warrant. If Umluana noticed Read's gun, he didn't show it. Umluana was a small man with wrinkled brow, glasses and a mustache. Umluana turned back to Rashid a second too soon. Rashid judo chopped him and swung the inert body over his shoulders. Two men with rifles plunged into the gas; sighing, they fell to the floor in a catatonic trance. The other inspector carried a light machine gun and a box of grenades. A grenade arced from the bushes and the pursuers recoiled from the cloud that rose before them. Two types of recruits are accepted by the UN Inspector Corps: those with a fanatic loyalty to the ideals of peace and world order, and those who are loyal to nothing but themselves. It was the home of factory workers, clerks, semiskilled technicians, all who do the drudge work of civilization and know they will never do more. No one knew how many times he nearly ran from other clubs, how carefully he picked the safest spot on the battle line. The UN Inspector Corps had been founded to enforce the Nuclear Disarmament Treaty of 1966. Trained to use small arms and gas weapons, they guarded certain borders, bodyguarded diplomats and UN officials, even put down riots that threatened international peace. Read went through six months training on Madagascar. Twice he nearly got expelled for picking fights with smaller men. Rather than resign, he accepted punishment which assigned him to weeks of dull, filthy extra labor.
 Read was in plain clothes. They were undercover.
 His beret was knocked off his head in the scuffle.  Read doesn't really like wearing hats.  Read was in plain clothes. They were undercover.  Read forgot that he placed it in his pocket earlier.