television antenna of the Empire State Building," said Terb. "Is that all right?"
Hey, that was very all right. The units to relay the signals from Heller's bugs were right above him. "It will serve at the moment," I said, coldly. "Is that all?"
They nodded.
I gave the ice in the glass another tinkle. "Then get out. I'm busy."
They walked away in the boiling sun.
I rejoiced. I had them under control now. I would soon have the platen so that I could forge Heller's reports back to Voltar. And then BLOWIE! Dead Heller.
Life was sweet!
Chapter 4
The following morning, suddenly, abruptly and deliciously, life became much sweeter.
The taxi driver came rushing in. "Quick! Quick! Utanc will be here in two hours!"
My new Turkish dancing girl!
I had been eating breakfast. I leaped up and ran about the patio. I had overturned the kahve service and my feet crushed the remainder of the fragile cups.
He seemed to want to say something else. I stopped in front of him.
"There's another five thousand U.S. dollars for the camel and truck drivers. They have to have it before they will deliver her."
I pushed the five thousand at him. He took it. "Now, where is her room?" he demanded.
I ran about a bit more. The villa had plenty of rooms. There was one huge one that opened on a private area of the garden and had its own bath. "That's her room."
He looked over the locks on the inside of the doors. "I'll have to call a locksmith to rush down and strengthen these," he said. "She's very shy and afraid of things."
He called a locksmith. He came back. "He'll be here at once. That's another ten thousand Turkish lira."
I gave it to him.
"You've seen her?" I demanded. "How is she?"
"I haven't got time to talk now," he said and rushed out and drove away at high speed.
I called Melahat Hanim, the housekeeper. "Get this room ready, quick."
"I prepared another smaller room," she said.
"No, no. Prepare this room."
The staff ran around and got the best rugs moved in and set the place all up.
The locksmith arrived in an old truck and promptly started drilling and hammering and pounding. He was fastening ornate Turkish iron bars across the inside of the doors. Two helpers arrived in another truck. They had brand-new, latest-style Yale locks and started putting these in place.
With me yelling at them, the staff ran around in circles and took out what they had brought in, brought in what had been taken out, forgot the towels, couldn't find the towels, took my towels and put those in the bathroom.
The gardener rushed around and cut flowers and stuffed them into vases.
We were finally all ready.
We waited.
I went out in the road several times to look. No Utanc yet. Four hours went by. I had just decided to go to my secret room to check up on things when one of the small servant boys came screaming in, "The truck is coming, the truck is coming!"
It was a huge truck. It couldn't get in the gate. It had eight laborers on it. It was piled with metal trunks!
The eight laborers jumped down in the road and one by one began to carry the big trunks in. Karagoz directed them and got them to put them down in various spots in the new room.
The taxi driver arrived.
The foreman of the laborers came over and demanded fifteen thousand lira. The truck driver explained to me that this was a local truck and not covered in the five thousand U.S. I paid.
The truck drove away.
The taxi driver went into the room and locked the garden door from the inside. Then he set the locks on the patio door. He demanded all the spare keys. He gathered them in his palm and then threw them into the room. He then shut the patio door so that it was locked and could only be opened from within.
"Wait a minute," I said. "Where's Utanc?"
"You've got to understand," he said. "She's a shy, simple, tribal girl from the Kara Rum desert. She knows nothing of civilization. She is also terrified after the whole Russian Army tried to rape her. She is also exhausted from her long,
Hey, that was very all right. The units to relay the signals from Heller's bugs were right above him. "It will serve at the moment," I said, coldly. "Is that all?"
They nodded.
I gave the ice in the glass another tinkle. "Then get out. I'm busy."
They walked away in the boiling sun.
I rejoiced. I had them under control now. I would soon have the platen so that I could forge Heller's reports back to Voltar. And then BLOWIE! Dead Heller.
Life was sweet!
Chapter 4
The following morning, suddenly, abruptly and deliciously, life became much sweeter.
The taxi driver came rushing in. "Quick! Quick! Utanc will be here in two hours!"
My new Turkish dancing girl!
I had been eating breakfast. I leaped up and ran about the patio. I had overturned the kahve service and my feet crushed the remainder of the fragile cups.
He seemed to want to say something else. I stopped in front of him.
"There's another five thousand U.S. dollars for the camel and truck drivers. They have to have it before they will deliver her."
I pushed the five thousand at him. He took it. "Now, where is her room?" he demanded.
I ran about a bit more. The villa had plenty of rooms. There was one huge one that opened on a private area of the garden and had its own bath. "That's her room."
He looked over the locks on the inside of the doors. "I'll have to call a locksmith to rush down and strengthen these," he said. "She's very shy and afraid of things."
He called a locksmith. He came back. "He'll be here at once. That's another ten thousand Turkish lira."
I gave it to him.
"You've seen her?" I demanded. "How is she?"
"I haven't got time to talk now," he said and rushed out and drove away at high speed.
I called Melahat Hanim, the housekeeper. "Get this room ready, quick."
"I prepared another smaller room," she said.
"No, no. Prepare this room."
The staff ran around and got the best rugs moved in and set the place all up.
The locksmith arrived in an old truck and promptly started drilling and hammering and pounding. He was fastening ornate Turkish iron bars across the inside of the doors. Two helpers arrived in another truck. They had brand-new, latest-style Yale locks and started putting these in place.
With me yelling at them, the staff ran around in circles and took out what they had brought in, brought in what had been taken out, forgot the towels, couldn't find the towels, took my towels and put those in the bathroom.
The gardener rushed around and cut flowers and stuffed them into vases.
We were finally all ready.
We waited.
I went out in the road several times to look. No Utanc yet. Four hours went by. I had just decided to go to my secret room to check up on things when one of the small servant boys came screaming in, "The truck is coming, the truck is coming!"
It was a huge truck. It couldn't get in the gate. It had eight laborers on it. It was piled with metal trunks!
The eight laborers jumped down in the road and one by one began to carry the big trunks in. Karagoz directed them and got them to put them down in various spots in the new room.
The taxi driver arrived.
The foreman of the laborers came over and demanded fifteen thousand lira. The truck driver explained to me that this was a local truck and not covered in the five thousand U.S. I paid.
The truck drove away.
The taxi driver went into the room and locked the garden door from the inside. Then he set the locks on the patio door. He demanded all the spare keys. He gathered them in his palm and then threw them into the room. He then shut the patio door so that it was locked and could only be opened from within.
"Wait a minute," I said. "Where's Utanc?"
"You've got to understand," he said. "She's a shy, simple, tribal girl from the Kara Rum desert. She knows nothing of civilization. She is also terrified after the whole Russian Army tried to rape her. She is also exhausted from her long,
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