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.IT DIDN'T OPEN!I pounded on it.The awful pounding that was going on in the apartment was drowning all my hammering from withinthe closet.I pounded louder.They pounded louder.I yelled.They started yelling at each other to beheard above the din.I put my shoulder to the door and pushed with all my might.All I got was some wet paint on me.Irealized they must have piled all the furniture against the door.I was TRAPPED!The nausea of claustrophobia gripped me.The only thing I hate worse than space is no space.I gotall confused.The naked electric light bulb hanging there began to look like a sun trying to suck me in.I covered up my eyes.I knew I would have to get a grip on myself.My world was coming to piecesbut that didn't mean I had to come to pieces, too.Or did it?Gradually I managed to choke back the screams rising in my throat until they were only faint yips.That was better.Think! I must THINK!I peered at her viewer.More time had gone by than I had thought.She was riding on a subway train.It made her seem magical.How had she gotten from the secretary's boudoir onto a subway train soquick? Then I remembered that the station was right in the basement of the Empire State Building. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlI beat my head with my fist.That helped.THE RADIO!I had that radio in here! This time I remembered to push the top button.Raht answered."Get on the phone at once," I said."Call Police Inspector Bulldog Grafferty and tell him there's goingto be a woman murdered in Apartment 21, 352 Bogg Street, Morningside Heights, within the next hour.Tell him to be there!""Is this urgent?"Oh, I could have killed him! "You slip up on this and I'll give your name to Madison as a client!""Who is going to murder whom?" said Raht."How can you tell all the way out there in Africa?""Are you going to make that phone call or aren't you?" I seethed."The assassin pilot is on the wayright this minute! The murdered woman will be found stamped into the rug!""You seem a little overwrought, Officer Gris.""Not as overwrought as you'll be if I put a Colt.44 Magnum through your worthless skull!""Oh, you're down near Rockecenter Plaza." Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html(Bleep) him! He'd been holding me on the line to be able to read the distance and direction meter onthe radio top! "Repeat that message!" I screamed at him.He repeated it all back very precisely, the way spies are trained to do."Now listen, you bulge-brained (bleepard), if police don't appear there to catch that murderer withthe corpse within the hour, you'll be turning in your head.""Oh, I'll take care of it, Officer Gris.I'm on my way."I hunched down on the floor.I watched Krak's viewer with horrible fascination as she rode thesubway to her appointment with doom.Hers.There was every chance that I would soon be rid of thai vicious female, the murderous CountessKrak.Chapter 4The neighborhood in Morningside Heights was not too bad.It was full of winter-dead trees andpeopled with rather well-dressed but sullen kids, who watched the Countess Krak go by in totalconviction that she was a truant officer in disguise and was about to blow the whistle on them all.AndKrak's purposeful progress could not have done otherwise than give that impression.Gods, I thought,how they would have screamed and run had they known they watched a murderer on the brink of bloodyslaughter.Even the streetwise kids of north Manhattan would not have been able to stomach what I wassure was about to occur. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlThe grim pound of her boots halted before an apartment house that bore the number 352.It was nota shabby apartment house: Miss Simmons must have some income of her own.There was no doorman,but the brass mailboxes shone.And there it was, right there on number 21, the nameplate:Miss Jane SimmonsIt meant she lived alone! Gods, wasn't anything going to stand between the Countess Krak and thisawful crime? Ah, yes, there was.Police Inspector Grafferty would soon be on his way.Unsuspecting of the trap I had set for her, the Countess Krak pushed the buzzer.I was torn betweenhopingMiss Simmons, who must have been at the UN, had not yet returned home and savagely hoping thatshe was, so Grafferty could catch this Manco Devil in the very act of mangling.The brass grate spoke up."Yes?"The Countess Krak said, "I am a fellow teacher, from Atalanta University, Manco, and I want to talkto you about a student of yours."The voice came back, "It's about time somebody listened to me! Come right up!"Oh, blind, blind Simmons! You just invited yourself to murder!I punched the radio button."Go ahead," said Raht. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"Have you done your duty?" I said."Police Inspector Grafferty was quivering like a bloodhound.I talked it up as a private inside tip.Hesaid he could smell the headlines already.Eager.I caught him at the Civic Center and he's just nowlocating squad cars.He won't fail you.""Good," I said and clicked off.Oh, Countess Krak, you've been outsmarted for once and you won'teven be able to trace it to me! Grafferty the glory hound was going to do this one himself! It's a longways from the Civic Center to Morningside Heights, but the police drive over everybody.The Countess Krak regarded the foyer door.It kept clicking and she didn't know you weresupposed to push it when it clicked.It stopped clicking.She gave it a shove, a very impatient gesture.The lock was faulty.It swung right open.She strode past a fountain and between two statues [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.IT DIDN'T OPEN!I pounded on it.The awful pounding that was going on in the apartment was drowning all my hammering from withinthe closet.I pounded louder.They pounded louder.I yelled.They started yelling at each other to beheard above the din.I put my shoulder to the door and pushed with all my might.All I got was some wet paint on me.Irealized they must have piled all the furniture against the door.I was TRAPPED!The nausea of claustrophobia gripped me.The only thing I hate worse than space is no space.I gotall confused.The naked electric light bulb hanging there began to look like a sun trying to suck me in.I covered up my eyes.I knew I would have to get a grip on myself.My world was coming to piecesbut that didn't mean I had to come to pieces, too.Or did it?Gradually I managed to choke back the screams rising in my throat until they were only faint yips.That was better.Think! I must THINK!I peered at her viewer.More time had gone by than I had thought.She was riding on a subway train.It made her seem magical.How had she gotten from the secretary's boudoir onto a subway train soquick? Then I remembered that the station was right in the basement of the Empire State Building. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlI beat my head with my fist.That helped.THE RADIO!I had that radio in here! This time I remembered to push the top button.Raht answered."Get on the phone at once," I said."Call Police Inspector Bulldog Grafferty and tell him there's goingto be a woman murdered in Apartment 21, 352 Bogg Street, Morningside Heights, within the next hour.Tell him to be there!""Is this urgent?"Oh, I could have killed him! "You slip up on this and I'll give your name to Madison as a client!""Who is going to murder whom?" said Raht."How can you tell all the way out there in Africa?""Are you going to make that phone call or aren't you?" I seethed."The assassin pilot is on the wayright this minute! The murdered woman will be found stamped into the rug!""You seem a little overwrought, Officer Gris.""Not as overwrought as you'll be if I put a Colt.44 Magnum through your worthless skull!""Oh, you're down near Rockecenter Plaza." Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html(Bleep) him! He'd been holding me on the line to be able to read the distance and direction meter onthe radio top! "Repeat that message!" I screamed at him.He repeated it all back very precisely, the way spies are trained to do."Now listen, you bulge-brained (bleepard), if police don't appear there to catch that murderer withthe corpse within the hour, you'll be turning in your head.""Oh, I'll take care of it, Officer Gris.I'm on my way."I hunched down on the floor.I watched Krak's viewer with horrible fascination as she rode thesubway to her appointment with doom.Hers.There was every chance that I would soon be rid of thai vicious female, the murderous CountessKrak.Chapter 4The neighborhood in Morningside Heights was not too bad.It was full of winter-dead trees andpeopled with rather well-dressed but sullen kids, who watched the Countess Krak go by in totalconviction that she was a truant officer in disguise and was about to blow the whistle on them all.AndKrak's purposeful progress could not have done otherwise than give that impression.Gods, I thought,how they would have screamed and run had they known they watched a murderer on the brink of bloodyslaughter.Even the streetwise kids of north Manhattan would not have been able to stomach what I wassure was about to occur. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlThe grim pound of her boots halted before an apartment house that bore the number 352.It was nota shabby apartment house: Miss Simmons must have some income of her own.There was no doorman,but the brass mailboxes shone.And there it was, right there on number 21, the nameplate:Miss Jane SimmonsIt meant she lived alone! Gods, wasn't anything going to stand between the Countess Krak and thisawful crime? Ah, yes, there was.Police Inspector Grafferty would soon be on his way.Unsuspecting of the trap I had set for her, the Countess Krak pushed the buzzer.I was torn betweenhopingMiss Simmons, who must have been at the UN, had not yet returned home and savagely hoping thatshe was, so Grafferty could catch this Manco Devil in the very act of mangling.The brass grate spoke up."Yes?"The Countess Krak said, "I am a fellow teacher, from Atalanta University, Manco, and I want to talkto you about a student of yours."The voice came back, "It's about time somebody listened to me! Come right up!"Oh, blind, blind Simmons! You just invited yourself to murder!I punched the radio button."Go ahead," said Raht. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"Have you done your duty?" I said."Police Inspector Grafferty was quivering like a bloodhound.I talked it up as a private inside tip.Hesaid he could smell the headlines already.Eager.I caught him at the Civic Center and he's just nowlocating squad cars.He won't fail you.""Good," I said and clicked off.Oh, Countess Krak, you've been outsmarted for once and you won'teven be able to trace it to me! Grafferty the glory hound was going to do this one himself! It's a longways from the Civic Center to Morningside Heights, but the police drive over everybody.The Countess Krak regarded the foyer door.It kept clicking and she didn't know you weresupposed to push it when it clicked.It stopped clicking.She gave it a shove, a very impatient gesture.The lock was faulty.It swung right open.She strode past a fountain and between two statues [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]