lrh.fortuneoffear-第6部分
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（bleeps）； I'll cut off your American aid。' He can't exist without American aid so he just filled my pockets up with the old glitter and let me go。 Look； here's one of them yet！〃
She showed Krak a huge diamond ring； nestling amongst many others on her puffy hand。 〃Diamonds are a girl's best friend；〃 she added。
〃Are emeralds and rubies also very valuable on this planet？〃 said the Countess。
〃You said it； baby。 Mind if I help you with that fashion mag and show you what really puts the beasts in heat？〃
Suddenly a chill like the Arctic wind coursed through me。 I abruptly had a vivid recollection！ The Countess Krak's sudden burst of affection！ The pletely out…of…character kiss on my cheek！
Sleight of hand！ She was an expert at it。 She had trained magicians by the score！ All she had to do was unhook the clasp with one hand and catch it as it fell into the other！
Conviction！ The Countess Krak had the emerald locket！
It all added up。 She had made sure in her hypnotic implant that I would let her take away anything she wanted！ She had been so concerned about her appearance when she first met Heller。
I knew exactly what she intended to do now。 She would land in New York。 She would buy a truckload of clothes。 And she would pay for them with the locket！ With Utanc's fifty…thousand…dollar locket that I could not hope to replace！
Oh； it was true she was a criminal！ I immediately believed her police record down to the last dot！ A thief！
Chapter 5
Torn between rage and despair； I was an unwilling participant in that flight。
Fashions； fashions； fashions。 Clothes； clothes； clothes。 Up the snow…banked Danube far below； fashions； fashions； fashions and clothes； clothes； clothes。 Across the Alps and Germany and through the Brussels change； fashions； fashions； fashions and clothes； clothes； clothes。 Across the tip of England and above Atlantic storms； fashions； fashions； fashions and clothes； clothes； clothes。 They even neglected their lunch…the Countess Krak because she couldn't figure how to eat it and Mamie Boomp because she was getting too fat and could no longer get into some of her fashions； fashions； fashions and clothes； clothes； clothes。
They had taken time out now and then to exchange theatrical experiences。 They had both been on the stage。 And I also had to suffer through some items from Countess Krak that would have been flagrant Code breaks if Mamie Boomp had not gotten the idea that Atalanta was Atlantic City and Voltar was a place just outside of Peoria； Illinois。
At length； Mamie said； 〃Now that we have got it all laid out even down to the organdy sea…green negligees； dearie； I still get the sneaking hunch you're not entirely happy about it。 You got some problem you ain't telling Mamie？〃
〃Well； yes；〃 said the Countess Krak。 〃I'm going to meet my man； you see。 He's been on this planet for months all by himself。 He's the handsomest； most gorgeous man you'd ever hope to see。 You get some idea when I tell you that his sister is considered one of the best…looking women in the whole Confederacy。〃
〃Ah； yah；〃 said Mamie Boomp。 〃One of them 'you all' southern belles。〃
〃And he's considered one of the best…looking officers in the whole Fleet。 For months he's undoubtedly been waist deep in the most beautiful and most gorgeously dressed women on the planet。〃
〃Oho； a sailor； eh？ Well； I don't blame you for worrying。 Them Navy officers knock 'em dead。 It's the uniform！〃
〃And that's the problem；〃 said the Countess Krak。 〃If I show up looking like a frump； I'll be playing way at the back of the orchestra from there on out。 He'll ignore me！〃
〃I get it。 That first meeting after the long absence。 Jesus； kid。 That speeds this all up。 I thought we had some time。 You're telling me you got to do it all in a couple of hours before you meet the shore boat。 Jesus； that's tough。 Even a perm takes longer than that！〃 She thought it over； shaking her head。 〃Jesus。 You get just one walk…on and you have to knock 'em from the orchestra seats right out into the lobby。 And out of the balcony as well！ Cripes； that's a tough spot！ No soft music or even an M。 C。 with some funny jokes to give it a buildup。〃 She was very pensive； rolling her diamonds around on her puffy fingers。
Suddenly Mamie dived at the mound of fashion magazines on the floor。 She got out one called Ultra Ultra。 She was thumbing through the ads。 She came to the double centerspread and in triumph pushed it at the Countess Krak。 〃There！ Bonbucks Teller！ They're too rich for my blood but they're one of the top four women's stores in the world。 And they got branches； see？〃 She pointed at the bottom of the posh display ad。 〃There's a branch right at JFK Airport where we're landing！ They got everything and they are fast。 There's just one problem： boy； do they cost the do…re…mi…an arm； a leg and your head！ Have you got the loot； Joy？ I mean； the MONey。〃 She made the money motion with her thumb and two fingers。
〃Money？〃 said the Countess Krak。 〃I've got that all figured out。〃
A new chill took me。 I had been wondering how she could buy so many five…dollar magazines。 Almost not daring to look； I felt in my pockets。
My fingers encountered； in my trousers； the sheaf of credit cards。 I took them out and put them back as a pack： thank Gods； I still had that fatal deck。
I explored further。 I usually kept my wallet in my hip pocket。 I didn't want to reach for it。 One's supply of adrenalin is limited to a finite number of severe shocks and when it is gone one begins to faint。 I risked it。 My wallet？
IT WAS GONE！
Oh； my Gods！ Her sleight of hand must have been up to getting the wallet； too！ The whole nine hundred dollars I had taken from their travel money was missing！
A pickpocket！ The lowest； vilest sort of criminal； the type that even other criminals looked down upon！ Oh； the police record had been right！
The Countess Krak was not only a jewel thief of wanted…poster proportions； she was also a Gods （bleeped） pickpocket！
I was utterly penniless again！
The fatal kiss of the Countess Krak！
Rage gave way to despair。 I hung my head。 The voice of Mamie Boomp still came through my cloud of utter despondency。 She was making a list of 〃bare necessities〃： silk panty hose and bras； morning coats； cocktail dresses； evening gowns； suits； skirts and spare blouses with the most expensive Holland lace； shoes； boots and ermine house slippers； fifty assorted negligees； the jewels to go with it all and ending up with 〃various fur coats〃 including a full； evening； Blackgama mink hood and cape。
〃This list；〃 she concluded； 〃will last at least two months and carry you to spring。 But at that time； of course； you'll need to reoutfit to hold on to your sailor。
Now let's get down to services； beginning with a new hairdo。 I advise against the new style of shaving half the head and painting it all blue。 You just don't have the time。 Bonbucks Teller's beauty salon will advise it but I think that the new windblown style； gold aura； this one where they're using ruby dust； will go just fine with your plexion。 Providing you wear enough blue…white diamonds to enhance the eyes。 Now； as to fingernails； gold leaf seems to be catching on。。。。〃
As it continued； I began to pick up a sort of bitter hope。 That emerald locket was worth； I thought； no more than fifty thousand dollars。 My overtrained and presensitized ear was scenting that this 〃bare necessity〃 array was going to top that。 At Bonbucks Teller； a Blackgama mink； the top； top of all minks； would probably； all by itself； be twice the value of that locket！
Hope rose。 Regardless of my own loss； Heller was going to get roped into this far beyond any ready cash he had。 He hadn't even been able to pay for all of Babe's tiara； now languishing forgotten at Tiffany's。 This foreign nightclub tour 〃singer〃 and this vicious criminal； Countess Krak； were tailoring a disaster for him on which I could scarcely hope to improve。 If IRS was wiping out Heller； this pair was going to go them one better and have him sleeping in the park and eating the leavings in garbage cans。 Gods bless such stores as Bonbucks Teller！ Gods bless fairies who designed and lured unwary and helpless males into shuddering bankruptcy。 They were not just getting rid of petition： they were getting rid of men entirely！ Via the bankruptcy court。 And there was where Heller was being headed。
Chapter 6
They landed at John F。 Kennedy International Airport in a screech of wheels and a roar that made troops bound for battle seem quiet by parison and tame。
I still had a bastion on which one could normally count。 The government men…immigration； customs and drugs…at JFK are the most nasty and unweling brutes in the whole world。 They resemble a bunch of corpses exhumed on a cold day。 They make a foreigner's first introduction to America so hostile that a walk； naked； in absolute zero would seem warm by parison。
I hoped they would find the locket； undeclared； and confiscate it and throw the Countess Krak into the mayhem of a Federal pen。 She deserved it。
As the Countess walked in to the line of U。 S。 Citizens Being Readmitted on Probation； my hopes soared。 They have the toughest； most silent man there that any mortuary could devise。 He looks in a little book to see if you are an escaped criminal wanted for unpaid parking tickets and if he finds your name or number or if you e up on his puter screen； he makes a signal the entering person cannot see and Federal police do a vulture pounce from all sides。
The Countess and Mamie walked through； chattering about clothes； clothes； clothes and fashions； fashions； fashions。
Krak's idle eye even landed on the puter face once。 It said； in answer to her passport number：
I。 G。 Barben drug runner
and the corpse made a tiny pencil symbol on the corner of a passport page and stamp； stamp； she was through！
At customs； the Federal police had person after person put his or her hands against the walls； legs outspread； while efficient and snarling frisking went on。
The Countess and Mamie walked on through； bags all chalked with
