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very dark glasses； for all the world as though they would disguise her； and set off after Heller； shopping bag on her arm。
I was puzzled。 I was getting two sets of footsteps in the Countess Krak's audio。 I couldn't make it out。 I turned Heller's off for a moment。 Yes； two sets of footsteps from the Countess Krak's speaker。
Very difficult to understand how this was happening。
She was going along the path at least two hundred yards behind Heller； pletely out of his view。
He was walking along briskly。
The Countess Krak did not seem to be the least bit concerned about losing him。
Heller came to a high point in the trail。 I recognized it。 It was the same place he had stood months before when he had been stopped by the gang。 This time he looked behind the trees to right and left。 Nobody hiding there。 But a bullet scar was visible。
He looked down into the vale。 New grass was just beginning to spring up。 The trees round about were in bud。
Several students were down there； sitting around on broken trunks and stones。
Miss Simmons was standing behind a large； flat stump。 It made a sort of an altar facing the class。 A sacrificial altar； I trusted。
Heller； unarmed and unsuspecting； walked down the path to the group。 Miss Simmons had spotted him from some distance away。 When he came up； he would have taken a place back of the other students； a bit off to himself。
Miss Simmons fixed him with a cold eye。 She pointed to a white stone near the altar to her right。 She said； firmly； 〃Wister； sit there。〃
It was like putting somebody in the dock reserved for the accused。 Or； I hoped； the spot where they put the condemned to hear sentence。
Miss Simmons looked to be in the grip of considerable tension。 She had on a black topcoat and black slouch hat。 She was not wearing her glasses and her hazel eyes were narrow and unreadable as she scanned the approach trail。
Several more students drifted in。 A boy said； 〃Jesus； this ain't easy to find； Miss Simmons。 I almost got lost。〃
〃Sit down right over there； Roger；〃 said Miss Simmons in a firm； unpromising teacher's voice。 She was pointing toward the others。
A bit more time passed。 Three more students straggled in。 A bit of wind stirred the upper branches of the large trees。
Miss Simmons was counting students aloud。
The Countess Krak was just to the side of the path as it started down into the vale。 She stepped behind a large tree； looking down at the people in the hollow。
The counting was also sounding in the Countess Krak's audio speaker。 I wondered how this possibly could be。 She was too far away for Miss Simmons' voice to reach her。
Then the Countess Krak reached up and touched something and the sound came in louder。
THE GLASSES！
She was wearing an Eyes and Ears of Voltar device； disguised as sunglasses； that amplified distant sound。 No wonder she could follow Heller。 She had had these focused on his footsteps。
She reached up her hand again to the side of the tinted spectacles and suddenly the image of Miss Simmons leaped into close…up。 Those things were also tele…photo！ And they looked like any other pair of sunglasses。
〃The hussy；〃 said the Countess Krak。
〃Twenty…nine；〃 said Miss Simmons； in a cold voice。 〃And thirty if you count Wister。 There are some surprises in store for all of you。 We can begin。〃
How ominous！
I expected Grafferty or at least police to be waiting around that wood。 I hugged myself。 If they were； they would catch the Countess Krak！ Maybe even arrest Heller for the original eight murders！
Chapter 10
Miss Simmons lifted up a sack and placed it on the tree…stump altar。 She wrapped her hand around a broken stick and pointed it at Heller。
〃You sit right there； Wister； and don't you move an inch。 For you are in for the biggest surprise of all。〃
She rapped upon the tree stump with the stick。 She fixed them with a baleful eye。 She said； 〃Gather round here； students…closer； for I have just made a terrible discovery。〃
They shifted forward and sat in a tighter semicircle before her。
The Countess Krak muttered； 〃What on Earth is this slut up to now？ She wasn't told to do that。〃
I laughed aloud in glee。 The Countess had not allowed for my contribution to this day。
Miss Simmons spoke； 〃As all you students know； my life has been a sort of hell。〃 She looked at Wister。 Then back at the small crowd。 〃I have been burdened by a demon； a fiend so merciless as to defy all the annals of Hell。〃 The students clucked in sympathy。 She turned to Heller； 〃Sit right there； Wister。〃
Miss Simmons sighed and looked back at her class。 〃Now； students； a vile； foul trick has been played on me。 You have all had basic psychology from kindergarten up； so you know about HYPNOTISM！〃
A shudder went through the Countess Krak that made her glasses wobble。
Miss Simmons was going on。 〃In unscrupulous and vicious hands it is a despicable and awful weapon against an innocent and unsuspecting pawn。
〃Students；〃 she continued； 〃I have been told； under hypnosis； the most disgusting lies you ever could imagine！
〃Undiscovered； they could have ruined the remainder of my poor life。
〃But； just yesterday； a hidden and unknown friend opened my eyes suddenly to the TRUTH！〃
〃My Gods；〃 whispered the Countess Krak。
Miss Simmons went on in ringing tones。 〃Now listen to this； Wister。 Listen to this； students。 Listen carefully。 I received this letter。 It told me I had been hypnotized！ Instantly there occurred to me the only possible reason…to undermine my sex life； to leave me open to an awful fate。〃
The Countess Krak whispered； 〃That orgy was your own craven appetite； you false tart！〃
Miss Simmons brought the stick down on the stump with a thud。 〃I went to the police。 They told me I could only act if I had the evidence。〃 She leaned forward confidentially； 〃I obtained it with another's help。 And I am sitting on it； ready to take an awful vengeance。 It is in a secret place； ready to be mailed if there is any effort to do away with me。〃
She stepped back proudly。 〃Oh； I have friends！ You should understand that； Wister。 You should know that； students。 And they will support me in this amongst the highest university faculties。〃
Miss Simmons leaned forward impressively again。 〃You may or may not know that my father holds the chair of psychology at Brooklyn University。 Ever since I was a child he has warned me of designing males。〃 She looked at Heller sitting separately upon his rock。 Then she looked back at the class。 〃My father taught me every night at bedtime that men were no good and only wanted vile gratification of their base desires。〃
Miss Simmons looked at Heller。 Then back at the twenty…nine other young men and women of her class。 They were gazing at her intently； utterly absorbed。
Miss Simmons plunged on。 〃So when I got that invaluable letter； I realized at once that when it said I had been subjected to hypnotism； it was TRUE！〃
She rapped again with her club。 〃When I had been told by the police I needed evidence； I went directly home。 I told my mother and she looked very sad。 We went to see my father。 He was downcast； for it is an awful thing！〃
Miss Simmons stood up straight。 〃My mother； God bless her； forced him to tell me！〃
She leaned forward and spoke in a hissing voice。 〃My father； that vile fiend； had hypnotized me as a child。 Not just once but repeatedly！〃
Her face contorted in disgust。 〃He confessed that he had told me again and again under trance that I was FRIGID！ He told me that if I had a man or experienced an orgasm I would go BLIND！〃
She banged the stick upon the stump。 〃He is a craven traitor to psychology！ It is supposed to （bleep） everybody； not make them frigid！ And I am the living proof that he was mistaken。 Look at my eyes！ No glasses！ Standing here； I can see every pimple on your dear faces！〃
Miss Simmons stood back triumphantly。 And then she stood in a humbled pose。 〃But who do I have to thank for this？〃 She turned to Wister and went over to him and knelt be