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　　　〃You　must　follow　instructions！〃　I　threatened。
　　　〃Oh；　I　intend　to；〃　said　Doctor　Crobe；　scratching　himself　inside　his　restraint　jacket　as　best　he　could。　〃Psychiatry　is　a　wonderful　subject。〃
　　　I　had　to　agree　with　that。
　　　The　viewer　that　had　e　with　the　set　had　only　one　face。　But　it　had　a　set　of　electronic　letters　all　across　the　bottom　that　registered　the　emotion　of　the　person　the　bug　was　in。　It　was　pretty　hard　for　me　to　tell　exactly　where　Crobe　and　the　guards　were　as　their　flight　progressed；　because　the　viewer　only　registered　the　bugged　eye　that　saw　through　things；　according　to　what　depth　Doctor　Crobe　focused　it。
　　　Worn　by　a　spy；　it　was　supposed　to　be　able　to　read　through　envelopes　or　enemy　code…book　covers　and　into　gun　breeches　to　identify　the　shell　type。　But　Doctor　Crobe　wasn't　using　it　for　that。
　　　By　focus；　he　undressed　every　stewardess。　The　letters　of　emotion　spelled：
　　　DISSATISFACTION
　　　I　suppose　when　this　unit　was　designed；　it　was　thought　that　it　would　give　a　spy…master；　ten　thousand　miles　away；　the　opinion　of　the　spy　wearing　it　as　to　whether　the　spy　thought　the　enemy　invention　was　good　or　bad　or　to　what　degree。　I　wondered　if　it　were　just　stuck　on　DISSATISFACTION。　How　could　one　visually　undress　stewardesses　and　not　enjoy　it？　I　know　the　sight　of　seeing　them　running　up　and　down　the　aisles　stark　naked　made　it　rather　hard　on　me。
　　　But　when　they　changed　planes　at　Istanbul；　there　was　a　shift。　A　fat　man　was　sitting　in　a　seat　across　the　aisle　and　behind　Crobe　and　the　doctor　began　to　examine　the　fat　man's　brain；　seeing　through　the　skin　and　bone。　It　sure　was　a　weird…looking　brain　on　my　viewer！
　　　Crobe　seemed　to　have　thought　of　some　way　to　alter　it。　The　letters　flashed：

EXHILARATION　EXCELLENT

　　　Satisfied　that　the　third　bug　was　working；　I　went　out　and　had　breakfast。
　　　Something　else　was　mildly　disturbing　me。　I　had　missed　my　appointment　with　a　woman　the　previous　night…which　shows　how　devoted　an　Apparatus　officer　must　be　to　duty…and　yet　Ahmed　the　taxi　driver　had　left　no　message　today　saying　how　he　had　handled　it。
　　　I　had　Musef；　who　was　standing　guard；　go　find　Ters　and　get　the　data。
　　　Musef　came　back；　〃Ters　said　that　Ahmed　didn't　appear　yesterday　evening。〃
　　　〃Tell　Ters　to　call　and　make　sure　the　taxi　driver　will　be　here　tonight；〃　I　said。
　　　〃Ters；〃　said　Musef；　〃doesn't　think　he'll　e。〃
　　　〃He　didn't　say　why？〃
　　　〃You　can't　get　much　out　of　him　with　that　crazy　laugh　of　his；〃　said　Musef。
　　　That　was　true。　I　tried　to　call　Ahmed　on　the　phone。　No　answer。
　　　Well；　maybe　he'd　had　trouble　finding　a　woman　to　bring。　Yes；　that　must　be　it。　I'd　get　on　to　him　later　when　things　were　less　pressing。
　　　Meal　finished；　I　went　back　to　my　secret　room　and　the　viewer。
　　　I　must　not　miss　any　part　of　Crobe's　arrival　in　New　York。　Too　much　depended　upon　it！
　　　I　hitched　the　two…way…response　radio　close　to　me；　ready　to　give　the　guards　coaching　if　anything　went　wrong。
　　　If　Crobe　failed；　my　own　life　could　be　hanging　by　a　thread。　Heller　must　NOT　succeed！

Chapter　4

　　　It　was　predawn　dark　in　a　February　New　York。
　　　After　a　six…hour　delay　in　Paris　that　pushed　my　nerves　to　their　limit；　Crobe　had　finally　arrived。
　　　I　looked　at　my　other　two　viewers。　No　visio。　Slow　breathing。　Aha！　Both　Heller　and　Krak　were　sound　asleep。　Crobe　would　catch　them　totally　off　guard！
　　　His　two　security　escorts　got　Crobe　into　an　elevator　in　the　Empire　State　Building。　They　got　out　on　the　right　floor。　The　hall　was　empty　of　people　and　dim。　One　of　them　was　carrying　a　big　case　with　operating　tools　in　it。　The　other　one　scouted　ahead；　apparently　found　the　right　corridor　and　door　and　came　back。
　　　They　pushed　Crobe　forward。　Then；　before　they　turned　the　last　corner；　they　got　blasticks　ready；　took　the　restraint　coat　off　Crobe；　and　while　one　stood　by；　the　other　took　him　up　to　the　door　with　the　jet　plane　on　it。　He　knocked　very　loudly　and　then　skipped　back。
　　　Crobe　focused　on　the　jet　plane。　Then　he　focused　on　the　inside　office；　seeing　it　through　the　door。　He　started　to　walk　through　it；　bounced　and　recoiled。　He　probably　would　not　have　remained　there　if　his　eye　had　not　focused　on　the　cat。　It　had　been　asleep　on　Heller's　desk　but　had　awakened　now　and　was　looking　at　the　door　to　see　what　all　the　knocking　and　bumping　was　about。　Crobe　had　probably　never　seen　a　cat　before。　Through　the　door；　he　was　studying　it。　The　digital　letters　said：

MYSTIFICATION

　　　One　of　my　other　viewers　had　flashed　at　the　first　knock。　I　couldn't　tell　which　one　it　was；　Krak's　or　Heller's；　until　I　looked　at　the　letter　on　it：　K。　The　Countess　Krak　had　awakened。
　　　She　turned　on　a　bedside　lamp。　She　looked　at　an　alarm　clock：　5：39。　She　looked　at　the　window　and　saw　snow　on　the　pane　and　behind　it　the　greenish　glow　of　the　predawn　city。
　　　She　got　up；　slid　into　some　slippers；　got　into　a　red　silk　bathrobe　and　glanced　at　Heller。　He　was　peacefully　asleep；　facing　the　wall。
　　　My　plans　were　not　going　quite　right。
　　　She　went　out　of　the　〃thinking　room；〃　closed　the　door　behind　her；　turned　on　a　light　in　the　main　office；　crossed　the　snowy　rug　and　opened　the　door。
　　　Crobe　got　his　attention　off　the　cat。　As　the　door　sprang　open　before　him；　he　stared。
　　　〃The　Countess　Krak！〃　he　said。　The　digital…type　letters　said：

SURPRISE　FEAR

　　　〃e　in；〃　said　the　Countess；　in　Voltarian。
　　　He　moved　forward　timidly。　She　closed　the　door　behind　him。　She　said；　〃Sssh。〃　She　moved　Crobe　over　to　the　secretary…boudoir　room；　pushed　him　in　and　closed　the　door。
　　　Crobe　stood　there；　staring　at　her；　eyes　fixed　on　the　surface　of　her　face。　Anyone　who　had　worked　in　Spiteos　was　pletely　aware　that　the　Countess　Krak　could　kill　on　sight。
　　　〃Now；　just　what　are　you　supposed　to　do　here；　Doctor　Crobe？〃　said　the　Countess　Krak。
　　　On　Crobe's　screen；　the　letters　flared：

TERROR

　　　It　was　my　fault。　I　accept　all　the　blame。　I　had　not　specifically　told　him　she　was　in　New　York。　I　had　only　told　him　what　to　tell　her　if　he　met　her。　Suddenly　I　realized　that　he　was　probably　unaware　of　the　relationship　between　〃the　man〃　he　was　supposed　to　handle　and　the　Countess　Krak。　Would　he　remember　what　he　was　supposed　to　tell　her？　Or　would　he　mess　up　and　get　himself　stamped　into　the　rug？
　　　〃I。。。　I。。。　I　forget；〃　he　said。
　　　〃Hmmm；〃　said　the　Countess　Krak。　I　certainly　did　not　like　the　sound　of　that　〃Hmmm。〃　She　knew　Crobe's　twist　for　messing　up　bodies；　she　had　worked　making　trained　acts　while　he　made　freaks。　She　knew　very　well　what　he　was　capable　of。　She　might　suspect　I　had　sent　him　to　physically　cripple　Heller。　What　she　said　now　would　tell　all。　〃What；〃　she　said；　〃did　Soltan　tell　you　to　do？〃
　　　My　hair　stood　up！　If　Crobe　spilled　the　real　data；　the　Countess　Krak　would　e　looking　for　me　and　I　was　a　dead　man！
　　　Oh；　this　wasn't　going　well　at　all。
　　　Crobe　was　stammering。　My　life　thread　was　getting　frayed！
　　　It　is　wonderful　what　the　presence　of　death　can　do　for　the　mind。　Men　have　even　been　known　to　think。
　　　〃I'm　supposed　to　help　the　man　with　the　spore　formula；〃　blurted　Crobe。　He　had　remembered。
　　　〃Ah；〃　said　the　Countess　Krak。　〃Well；　I　am　sure　your　help　will　be　most　wele。　Why　don't　you　sit　right　there？〃　She　pointed　to　a　chair　against　the　wall。　〃You　must　be　very　tired　after　your　long　journey。〃
　　　My　two…way…response　radio　crackled。　A　guard's　voice。　〃I　think　he's　there　all　right。　We　got　his　bag　here。　What　do　we　do？　Just　shove　it　in　the　office　and　e　back？〃
　　　I　said　into　it；　〃No；　no。　You　wait　right　there　out　of　sight。　I　don't　like　the　way　this　is　going。〃
　　　〃He　must　have　the　place　bugged；〃　said　one　guard　to　the　other。　〃We're　supposed　to　wait。〃
　　　The　Countess　Krak　was　fishing　into　the　upper　shelf　of　the　secretary's　closet。　She　was　getting　down　a　box。　〃We'll　just　refresh　you；　Doctor　Crobe。　Relax　you　so　you　can　get　some　sleep。〃　She　was　taking　something　out　of　the　box。
　　　A　hypnohelmet！
　　　I　suddenly　began　to　pray。　Under　that；　he　might　give　up　the　real　orders　he　had。　And　that　would　be　the　end　of　me。
　　　On　Crobe's　head　went　the　hypnohelmet。　The　letters　on　the　screen　flared：

DOUBLE　TERROR

The　click　of　the　helmet　switch　as　it　went　on。　The　letters　on　the　screen　shifted：

PEACE

Then　they　shifted　again：

HYPNOTIZED

　　　There　was　no　other　vision　on　Crobe's　screen。
　　　Krak　plugged　in　the　hand　microphone。　She　said；　〃Just　sit　there　quietly　now　and　wait。〃
　　　She　put　the　microphone　down。
　　　She　went　out　the　door；　crossed　the　office；　opened　the　〃thinking　room〃　door　and　closed　it　behind　her。
　　　She　knelt　on　the　bed　and　touched　Heller's　shoulder　gently。　〃Dear；　exactly　what　kind　of　spores　did　you　want？〃
　　　He　sat　up　suddenly；　the　way　a　man　used　to　action　does。　〃Spores？　What's　this？　Is　somebody　here？〃
　　　〃No；　no；　dear。　I　just　got　to　wondering。〃
　　　〃I'll　get　up；〃　said　Heller。
　　　〃No；　no；　dear。　You've　been　up　half　the　night　rebuilding　the　Porsche　for　the　new　carburetor；　and　in　that　drafty　garage；　too。　Just　scribble　down　what　you　want　in　the　way　of　spores。　I　always　like　to　keep　up　with　what　you　are　interested　in。〃
　　　She　was　handing　him　a　big　yellow　tablet　and　pen　from　the　bedside　table。　Heller　yawned。　He　began　to　write。　He　filled　up　the　sheet。　She　took　it。
　　　〃It's　got　to　be　airborne；〃　said　Heller；　pointing　at　the　sheet。　〃It　should　be　able　to　float　in　the　stratosphere。　It　has　to　be　able　to　live　on　those　noxious　gases　and　pollution　particles　and　convert　them　to　oxygen　and　perpetuate　itself。　Blown　around　by　the　winds　of　the　world；　it　should　be　able　to　depollute　the　atmospheric　envelope　of　the　planet。　I　don't　have　the　cellology　formulas　to　synthesize　it。　Say；　if　you're　so　interested；　maybe　I　ought　to　get　up　and　explain　it　further。〃
　　　〃Oh；　no；　dear。　It's　the　middle　of　the　night。　You　just　lie　back　there　and　get　your　sleep。　Don't　mind　stupid　old　me　puttering　about。〃
　　　He　yawned　again　and　lay　back。　He　turned　over　and　went　to　sleep。
　　　The　Countess　Krak　went　out；　closed　the　door；　went　to　the　boudoir　and　closed　the　door。　She　put　the　sheet　in　Crobe's　hand。
　　　〃You　will　now　feel　a　pulsion　to　develop　the　spore　you　are　holding　the　requirements　of。　You　will　now　develop　the　formula　for　synthesizing　it。〃
　　　She　pushed　a　table　in　front　of　him。　She　lai