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The idiots were trying to fly a kite！ It was some kind of a Japanese kite； a fancy…looking bat； obviously a present Utanc had bought for them in the most expensive available toy store and； of course； with a credit card。 The thought of it enraged me。
Then inspiration struck again！ A brilliant idea flashed down from the blue； just like that！
I buckled on the Ruger Blackhawk…you don't go around little boys unarmed。 I made sure I had the locket in my pocket。
I stalked outside。
The idiots were trying to keep the kite from diving into the trees and； by luck； of course； were succeeding。
They had their backs to me and were too engrossed。 I was able to creep up on them； by stealth； undetected。
Suddenly I stretched out a hand hardened with karate practice。 I struck！ Right； left！
As my stance and balance were absolutely textbook； I could not fail to hit。
WHAP！ One little boy flying to the right。
WHAP！ One little boy flying to the left。
RIP！ One kite straight down into the tree。
With calculated cunning； I had not knocked either boy out。 I wanted the resultant screams。
They screamed exactly according to plan。
One was pitched on his head on a gravel walk。 The other was tangled up with a leafless shrub。
The result was as planned。
Utanc came out of her room like a shot！
Both boys were pointing at their kite； now a shattered； flapping ruin。 They were screaming to high Heavens。
The blood in Utanc's eye； however； would shortly turn to beams of pleasure。
I produced the locket and held it up。 I said to her in tones of outrage； 〃Look what I found these two little Devils playing with！〃
Righteously scowling； I handed her the locket。
She took it。 She looked at it very closely。 Then she looked at me。
〃The boys？〃 she said； and I did not like her tone。 〃They can't get in my jewel case。 It's locked！ And that only means one thing！ You took it； you （bleepard）！〃
She whirled to the two little boys。 〃Did this brute slap you？〃
〃He wrecked our kite！〃 they both howled together。
Utanc went straight to the path。 She stooped。 I cleverly divined her intention and was halfway to the first corner of the house before she threw the first deadly handful of gravel。
Fast； I was almost into cover before the two little boys began to add their gravel to the barrage。
The volume was high but their aim was bad。 I had adequate cover to peek back around。 I was out of range。 The shells were falling short。
After a few more handfuls of gravel； thrown just for spite； the three of them desisted。
〃He wrecked our kite；〃 〃James Cagney〃 was blubbering。
〃It was a beautiful kite；〃 〃Rudolph Valentine〃 was sobbing。
Both of them were lying。 You can't fly a frail kite in a high…velocity winter wind。 It was their fault。 Kites are only for spring。
Utanc didn't seem to be paying too much attention to them。 She was studying the locket now。 Then she did the most amazing thing。
She knelt down and pulled them over to her。 〃Here； you can have this。 Do what you want with it； darlings。〃
〃Really？〃 they chorused together； blinking at it。
〃Of course；〃 said Utanc。 〃It's only the paste replica of the real one in my safe。 One has these copies to wear as a substitute when one is liable to be mugged。 Put it on the dog or something。 It's a fake and a rather bad one at that。〃
Watching her indulgent pats on their heads； I snarled to myself； oh； but there're going to be some changes made。 You just wait until I am wallowing in all that MONEY！
Chapter 5
Aside from such minor hitches as the locket； my plan was going smoothly enough。
I went back down to check on the construction workers。 All was going right along。
Faht Bey came up。 〃What are you up to？ These are Apparatus materials and men you are using。 It had better not be for some private project。〃
〃pany business；〃 I said righteously。
〃Very suspicious business；〃 he said。 〃I've never seen these people work at your orders this hard before。 Or at all； for that matter。〃
〃Lombar Hisst's orders；〃 I said。 〃This project is vital。〃
〃I hope so；〃 he said doubtfully。 〃You know anything about these heroin thefts from our warehouse？〃
〃Are they still continuing？〃 I said and when he nodded； with a peculiar look at me； I continued； 〃You'd better get to the bottom of it before I have to report it to the Inspector…General Overlord。〃
〃That；〃 he said； 〃is the last thing I'm worried about。〃 He walked off。
It peeved me。 It was obvious that he thought I was stealing the very heroin that we were to ship to Lombar Hisst。
His attitude was insufferable。 Oh； but there were going to be some changes now。 Just wait until I had all that money！
I knew I had a long and dangerous run ahead of me。 I thought I had better get some rest while I could。 I lay down on my bunk。 But I was so keyed up that I couldn't sleep。 Dollar marks kept spinning around in my head。
Midafternoon arrived。 On my dozenth visit to the hangar； I found everything still。 No annealing torches were flashing。
The work was lying there； absorbo…coat paint dry。 I inspected it。 It was beautiful。
To the eye； it was a flat； thick platform of heavy steel； a thing of massive girders and great ringbolts。 But it had two differences from what it seemed to be。 It was built of aluminum girders。 The top plates folded back： it was hollow！
To show you how important I considered the project； I actually paid the construction superintendent the other two hundred dollars！ No sacrifice would be spared to make this a success！
I entered the Blixo and got hold of the mate。 He assembled what crew were still in the ship。 I unlocked the storeroom。 And in no time at all； the cases of gold were being carried to the platform。
The top was open。 One by one； the cases of gold bars were put into the hollow place。 They were securely lashed down。 Three hundred boxes containing six hundred fifty…pound bars occupied quite a bit of space。 But gold is deceptive。 One would think 12 1/2 tons of it would be a mountain。 It isn't。 But even so； we were a bit hard pressed to get the last case snugly in。
The top plates of the platform were then fixed in place。 And now； to all appearances； it was just a solid； thick platform of girders。
I had to do the next step myself。 It was very tiring。 I got a handcart and； with several trips； I moved the fake gold out of my secret room and down the tunnel and piled it on the platform top。 I had destroyed all Voltarian labels。
The Blixo mate acmodatingly lashed down the visible nine cases with their eighteen fifty…pound bars of gold…painted lead。
I verified that all was now secure。 And to again show how important I considered this project； I gave him the additional hundred dollars。 He was pleased。 He and his crew would also be dead drunk very shortly； for the first place he went was to the phone。 This meant he wouldn't be talking to the Antimancos when they came。
I looked up through the electronic illusion of the mountaintop。 The day was fading out。 The sun is early gone in a Turkish January。 We were above 38° north latitude。
I went up the tunnel and got into my house。 I bolted down a fast supper。 I put on my ankle holster and shoved the Undercover Colt into it。 I filled my pockets with the other concealed weapons。 I strapped on the Ruger gunbelt and checked the cylinder of the Blackhawk and thrust it in place。 I put the thong over the hammer and tied the holster to my leg。 I draped the two shotgun bandoliers left and right across my chest and fastened their lower edges to the cartridge belt of the handgun。
I picked up the phone and called Prahd。 Yes； the Antimancos were ready to be sent…had been for hours。 I phoned the taxi driver and had him pick them up。
Nervous now from the very prospect of having to be convincingly calm with the Antimancos； I threw my bearskin coat over my shoulders； picked up the FIE shotgun and went down into the hangar。
The Antimancos came down the barracks tunnel； restive and annoyed。 I wished