![]() The Countess Krak regarded the foyer door. The Countess simply turned the helmet on and dropped it over Simmons' head Like a sleepwalker, my favorite ally went down the hall toward her doom. 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 must have seen that she was speaking to someone who was as blind as a bat. Miss Simmons was having trouble locating the Countess to talk to her. Even the streetwise kids of north Manhattan would not have been able to stomach what I was sure was about to occur. Gods, I thought, how they would have screamed and run had they known they watched a murderer on the brink of bloody slaughter. And Krak's purposeful progress could not have done otherwise than give that impression. 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. ![]() The neighborhood in Morningside Heights was not too bad. The Countess Krak saw that a corridor led to a bedroom. A radio seemed to be playing in the next apartment. Krak looked around the rather large and well-furnished living room. She kicked the door shut behind her and right in front of Simmons took the hypnohelmet out of the square shopping bag. 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. Police Inspector Grafferty would soon be on his way. It meant she lived alone Gods, wasn't anything going to stand between the Countess Krak and this awful crime? Ah, yes, there was. ![]() Unsuspecting of the trap I had set for her, the Countess Krak pushed the buzzer. Unwittingly, I had made it very easy for Krak. I suddenly realized that I still had Simmons' glasses in my pocket.
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