![]() ![]() The grim pound of her boots halted before an apartment house that bore the number 352. She kicked the door shut behind her and right in front of Simmons took the hypnohelmet out of the square shopping bag. The Countess must have seen that she was speaking to someone who was as blind as a bat. Miss Simmons was having trouble locating the Countess to talk to her. The voice came back, It's about time somebody listened to me Unsuspecting of the trap I had set for her, the Countess Krak pushed the buzzer. I caught him at the Civic Center and he's just now locating squad cars. He said he could smell the headlines already. Police Inspector Grafferty was quivering like a bloodhound. Unwittingly, I had made it very easy for Krak. I suddenly realized that I still had Simmons' glasses in my pocket. Oh, Countess Krak, you've been outsmarted for once and you won't even be able to trace it to me It's a long ways from the Civic Center to Morningside Heights, but the police drive over everybody. ![]()
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