The Unscheduled Run

You are Clem Aldous, a printmaker's apprentice with a problem: a small proof sheet of tomorrow's banned political broadside is tucked inside your apron pocket, and old Marta Voss — your employer and the studio's self-appointed guardian of propriety — is sitting at her inspection table not six feet away, examining every page that leaves the press. The broadside must reach the courier box by the street door before closing time, or it's lost entirely. Marta has eyes like a hawk and a nose for anything irregular. You'll need to be clever.