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Miss Simmons, who must have been at the UN, had not yet returned home and savagely hoping that she was, so Grafferty could catch this Manco Devil in the very act of mangling.

The Countess Krak said, I am a fellow teacher, from Atalanta University, Manco, and I want to talk to you about a student of yours.

I punched the radio button.

Miss Jane Simmons

The brass grate spoke up. Yes?

Miss Simmons, who must have been at the UN, had not yet returned home and savagely hoping that she was, so Grafferty could catch this Manco Devil in the very act of mangling.

I punched the radio button.

Like a sleepwalker, my favorite ally went down the hall toward her doom.

Unsuspecting of the trap I had set for her, the Countess Krak pushed the buzzer. I was torn between hoping

The police said the Countess. Then you need head protection. She kicked the door shut behind her and right in front of Simmons took the hypnohelmet out of the square shopping bag.

She strode past a fountain and between two statues. She saw the elevator was in use and went up the stairs.

The neighborhood in Morningside Heights was not too bad. It was full of winter-dead trees and peopled with rather well-dressed but sullen kids, who watched the Countess Krak go by in total conviction that she was a truant officer in disguise and was about to blow the whistle on them all. And Krak'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 bloody slaughter. Even the streetwise kids of north Manhattan would not have been able to stomach what I was sure was about to occur.

The police said the Countess. Then you need head protection. She kicked the door shut behind her and right in front of Simmons took the hypnohelmet out of the square shopping bag.

The neighborhood in Morningside Heights was not too bad. It was full of winter-dead trees and peopled with rather well-dressed but sullen kids, who watched the Countess Krak go by in total conviction that she was a truant officer in disguise and was about to blow the whistle on them all. And Krak'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 bloody slaughter. Even the streetwise kids of north Manhattan would not have been able to stomach what I was sure was about to occur.

Miss Simmons was having trouble locating the Countess to talk to her. The Countess must have seen that she was speaking to someone who was as blind as a bat.

Like a sleepwalker, my favorite ally went down the hall toward her doom.

The voice came back, It's about time somebody listened to me

She strode past a fountain and between two statues. She saw the elevator was in use and went up the stairs.

I punched the radio button.

The Countess Krak regarded the foyer door. It kept clicking and she didn't know you were supposed 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.

Miss Jane Simmons

The Countess Krak regarded the foyer door. It kept clicking and she didn't know you were supposed 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.

It meant she lived alone Gods, wasn't anything going to stand between the Countess Krak and this awful crime? Ah, yes, there was. Police Inspector Grafferty would soon be on his way.

She strode past a fountain and between two statues. She saw the elevator was in use and went up the stairs.

Go ahead, said Raht.

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