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to dazzle you, analyze you, make you talk, take what you had, and then drop you. But," she seated herself neatly, "you don't pick, you don't dazzle, and I get the awful feeling that if I don't take care of you, you will go ahead and mix into this thing on your own."
    "Don't lose any sleep over us," Kuryakin advised.
    "I don't give a damn about your skin!" she snapped at him. "It's just that this operation is too damned important to be messed up by a couple of well meaning amateurs."
    "Whereas you're a professional!" Solo gibed, and she shut her mouth tight for a moment.
    "I've talked enough," she said, at last. "I think I will take you to the boss and let him sort you out. Come on. Try and look as if you've been picked up for the night."
    "Wouldn't know how," Kuryakin murmured. "It's a new experience for us!" She rewarded him with a glare that was pure blue vitriol. Outside and just around the corner she led them to a sleek and massive automobile, made them get in the back seat, then did something with a switch which opened the windows. Kuryakin frowned.
    "Polarized screens," he estimated. "Curiouser and curiouser."
    "And a topless dress," Solo murmured. "Somehow I always felt that was a fashion that had to come back. I mean, look at San Francisco!"
    "And just listen to that engine." He raised his voice a trifle. "Is this the Vanden Plas Princess I've heard about?"
    "Near enough," she called back over her shoulder. "The only car that isn't a Rolls, but has a Rolls engine. Nice, isn't it?"
    "Since you're such a smart Russian," Solo murmured, "maybe you already know who we're going to meet?"
    "I'm not that smart, Napoleon. In any case I forget just who is the top man at MI6 these days."
    "Oh yeah? One will get you ten it isn't him, or anybody like him!"
    Within twenty minutes the car was murmuring down quiet lanes between venerable old buildings in a part of the city Solo couldn't identify only as somewhere near the law courts. It sighed to a halt outside an unlit arch. She conducted them across a cobbled yard, up a flight of stone steps into a small hallway, then into a room that was as black as night. There was heavy carpet underfoot and the pungent scent of a cigar. They touched the edge of a table, then seats. She murmured to them to sit. They heard her feet shush away over the carpet, and then a door sighed and clicked shut. After a second or two Solo managed to distinguish the faint cinder red of a cigar.
    "Isn't this overdoing the cloak and dagger stuff a bit?" he asked.
    "Theatrical, isn't it?" The voice was that of an old man, careful and precise, but far from senile. "Absolutely necessary, however."
    "Why? For dramatic effect, from fear, or just shame?"
    "A cheap gibe, Mr. Solo. Any one of a thousand people would pay you well to be told who I am. Or would try to get the information from you by other means, not pleasant ones. I can't risk that."
    "You prefer to risk other people, like Mary Chantry?"
    "Let me squash that error at once!" The old voice grew acid. "I did not send Mary into hazard. Specifically I forbade it. Her task was to observe and report, and nothing else. I do not know how she became involved to the point of death. Do you know?"
    "I do." Solo matched his tone for iciness. "She was observing. She made a mess of it. The man lured her on to his yacht, stole her clothes so she couldn't run off, had fun with her for a while then had her beaten to death and tossed into the water. All right?"
    "That attitude will get you exactly nowhere, Solo!"
    "It must be nice," Kuryakin murmured, "to be able to afford the luxury of hurt feelings. Of course, to do it properly you need an armchair, a secure room, a cigar, and somebody else to do the dying for you."
    "That will do, Mr. Kuryakin!"
    "Forget the parade ground bellow, it doesn't impress." Kuryakin kept his voice even. "So far as I'm concerned you're just an old man cowering in the dark, an old man who doesn't care for the plain truth. If that's your best you can