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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.

Police Inspector Grafferty was quivering like a bloodhound. I talked it up as a private inside tip. He said he could smell the headlines already. Eager. I caught him at the Civic Center and he's just now locating squad cars. He won't fail you.

Miss Jane Simmons

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

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

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

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

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

Have you done your duty? I said.

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

Police Inspector Grafferty was quivering like a bloodhound. I talked it up as a private inside tip. He said he could smell the headlines already. Eager. I caught him at the Civic Center and he's just now locating squad cars. He won't fail you.

The brass grate spoke up. Yes?

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

Police Inspector Grafferty was quivering like a bloodhound. I talked it up as a private inside tip. He said he could smell the headlines already. Eager. I caught him at the Civic Center and he's just now locating squad cars. He won't fail you.

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.

She turned down a carpeted hall and stopped before Apartment 21.

The brass grate spoke up. Yes?

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

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.

The Countess simply turned the helmet on and dropped it over Simmons' head

I punched the radio button.

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.

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

She turned down a carpeted hall and stopped before Apartment 21.

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.

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