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Oh； it really put the chills up and down my spine to think of it。 But not a soul would ever suspect I would go there。
I would plete my mission to end Heller's mission yet！
I started up the cab。
I headed out of Spring Creek Park。 At Exit 14； I went away from Jamaica Bay and headed northwest。 I worked myself on diverse streets； moving over toward the Manhattan Bridge。 I crossed it； making the correct turn to the right； and got on Franklin D。 Roosevelt Drive。 I turned off to make my way toward Rockecenter Plaza。
My teeth gritting； but determined； I was heading stealthily for the apartment of Miss Pinch。
Chapter 6
I parked the cab in an alleyway three blocks from the apartment of Miss Pinch。 It was early afternoon and I knew I had lots of time。
It seemed a shame not to cover the trail again with an explosion but lack of bombs had me stumped。 The hacker was still lying on the floor。 He had not bled very messily。 He was breathing shallowly。 Served him right。
I wiped off all the fingerprints from places I might have touched。 It really seemed a shame not to properly cover the trail。 It left a loose end。 They train you in the Apparatus never to do that。
Then I had an inspiration。 It seemed highly probable that his radio was in working order and that he had just been pretending。
Watchful that I left no fingerprints； I turned it on and pressed the mike switch。 〃Dispatcher；〃 I said。
〃Yes；〃 she said。
Aha； he had been lying！
〃Miss；〃 I said； 〃this is Officer O'Grunty。 Your cab Number 73 is blocking an alleyway；〃 and I gave her the address。 〃Your driver is creating an awful scene。 He's claiming he is part of a gang that is about to steal the Holy Sepulcher from Christ。 He's even pretending he's been shot； plete with fake blood。 Would you please call the Bellevue Psychiatric Section for us and have them send the wagon？〃
〃At once； Officer；〃 she said。 〃I always suspected that （bleepard） was nuts。〃
I put the mike back on the hook。 I picked up my bag and walked away。 It wasn't perfect； as nothing had been blown up。 But if he tried to identify anybody； they wouldn't listen to a crazy。 Maybe they'd even throw him in a cell with Doctor Crobe！ I cheered up。 I had covered my trail。
Now for the dangerous part： Miss Pinch。 It would be untrue to say that as I approached that fatal place my skin did not crawl or that I could not taste hot dogs。 But such was my dedication to the sacred trust of ruining Heller； I didn't even permit myself to flinch。 Some things simply have to be done； e what may。
It was hours before either Miss Pinch or Candy would be home from work。 I walked down the basement steps and past the garbage cans。 I inspected the contents briefly： kleenex smeared with lipstick fresh as blood； beer cans that were still wet； a half…smoked joint and a newly broken rubber truncheon。 That was all I needed to know。 They still lived here and were up to their old tricks。
Masked from the street in the deep stairwell； I got out some picklocks and went to work。 The iron grill was easy。 The door had lately had a key jammed in it and was very abrased and stiff： it showed me they suspected nothing or they wouldn't have left a lock in that condition； it was very easy to pick。
When I opened the door I was hit with a blast of stale marijuana smoke and perfume。 My hair tended to stand up but I smoothed it down； with iron control。 I had my plans。
I took my bag inside。 I checked to be sure there was no evidence of my entering。 I closed and relocked both doors。
The main front room I would avoid。 I knew it had a bank camera in it and if I guessed right that camera was keyed to the safe； and if anyone tampered with that safe the camera would start to take pictures。 There even might be a connection to Miss Pinch's office。 No； I would avoid that room。 Just then I don't think I could have stood the sight of that bed and the shackles in there or the torture instruments； like cans of pepper and bottles of Tabasco sauce。 I had been under strain lately。
I went down the hall that flanked the rooms。 I looked out the rear door： the garden was just a mass of tin cans and leftover snow。 The board fence around it prevented any view in。
I opened the hall door to Candy's room。 Gingham everywhere； pink and white。 Organdy curtains and a bedspread stained with lipstick。
Good。 I would now get dressed for bat。
Something bit me。 This had been going on for quite a while and I was getting tired of it。 Here was my chance to get out of these clothes and get rid of some fleas。
I put my suitcase on the boudoir seat and opened it。 I took out another gun； my Ruger Blackhawk。30 caliber。 I laid it handy to the door with my Beretta。 I could not be too careful。 I knew exactly what I was dealing with。 But also I knew I had to get the bination to that safe； which only Miss Pinch had。 And I had the exact plan of how to do it。
But I had lots of time。 There was a closet there。 It was full of clothes； both Candy's and Miss Pinch's。 I suddenly found something astonishingly apt for my plot。
It was a black silk kimono； very long and very big。 It had an embroidered design upon the chest。 I recognized it at once！ It was a figure with two heads： at one end it was a horned dragon； at the other it was a fanged snake。 The Ninja！ They were a cult of outcast assassins； the most deadly secret executioners of Japan。 How apt！
I promptly got out of my clothes。 I went into the shower and let it run and run； washing off several fleas。 It was a relief。
The towels were all lipstick stained so I dried myself with a wad of Candy's underwear。
I put on the Ninja kimono。 Now I certainly looked the part。 I grinned at myself in the boudoir mirror。 If these two lesbians knew what horrible things awaited them today； they'd both collapse from shock and heart failure。
Oh； I would get that safe bination all right。
I took two objects out of my suitcase。 I picked up a pillow off the bed。
I went out into the hall。 I put the pillow down behind the front door so I could be fortable。 I sat on it and gently musing； grinning with glee from time to time； I waited。
Candy usually came home first。 What a horrible shock was going to be hers today！
I wondered idly if there might not be something to the philosophy of one of Earth's truly great wise men； the Marquis de Sade； renowned propounder of sadism。 When in Rome； do as the Romans do； they say。 When in the apartment of Miss Pinch； the behavior pattern she set was almost impossible to attain。 But I fully intended to go one better than even Miss Pinch's wildest nightmares。
I chuckled now and then； sitting there in the dark behind the door； savoring my plan。 A master of Earth psychology was about to improve even upon the Marquis de Sade。
Chapter 7
The sound of footsteps ing down the basement entrance steps。 The sound of a key being fitted in the iron grate。 The groaning sound of hinges as the grill opened。 The fumble of a key searching for the slot in the second lock。
I crouched back； waiting。
She came in the door。
Candy！
I gave her no chance to close it。 I rose up with a smooth and stealthy spring！
My left arm went around her throat to shut off any scream。
My right hand quivered in front of her face。 My thumb broke the capsule of five…minute knockout gas。
I let up on her throat。
She inhaled to cry out。
She didn't cry out。 She went down like a pile of laundry； out cold。
I closed the doors。
I took hold of her foot and dragged her down the hall and into her bedroom。
I worked fast。 I tore off her coat。 Her shoes hit the floor。 Her dress went flying to the back of a chair。 One stocking went one way； the other soared up and draped over a chandelier。
I stood and looked down at the unconscious body with a triumphant grin。
She was really not a bad…looking woman。
But I had no time for any more scenic wonders today。
I put a wad of stockings in her mouth and gagged her with her own brassiere。 I took down a piece of laundry line on which the