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The door opened without her even knocking. Never was a woman so anxious to be done in. Simmons was already talking. No hello or who are you. She looked dishevelled and very wild of eye. She said, You know what he did today? He sabotaged the UN bill He's a frothing fiend Nobody is safe with him on the loose. And the college thinks that just because I was in a psychiatric ward, they don't have to listen to me. They think I'm paranoid about him. And just to make matters worse, the New York Tactical Police Force is after me again.

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.

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.

Good, I said and clicked off. Oh, Countess Krak, you've been outsmarted for once and you won't even be able to trace it to me It's a long ways from the Civic Center to Morningside Heights, but the police drive over everybody.

Miss Jane Simmons

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.

Miss Jane Simmons

Good, I said and clicked off. Oh, Countess Krak, you've been outsmarted for once and you won't even be able to trace it to me It's a long ways from the Civic Center to Morningside Heights, but the police drive over everybody.

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

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.

Go ahead, said Raht.

Go ahead, said Raht.

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.

I suddenly realized that I still had Simmons' glasses in my pocket. Unwittingly, I had made it very easy for Krak.

Go ahead, said Raht.

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

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 grim pound of her boots halted before an apartment house that bore the number 352. It was not a 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:

The grim pound of her boots halted before an apartment house that bore the number 352. It was not a 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 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.

Miss Jane Simmons

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

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

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