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Riding along in the lurching； roaring train； I sucked my hand cuts quite contented。
What is a little battering； after all？ They tell you you have to be tough in the Apparatus。 I was。 And in a moment of triumph like this； the pain was almost nice。
I had struck a blow that Heller would not soon forget and certainly could not possibly recover from。
I had seen my duty。 And I had done it。 It was the Apparatus way。
Chapter 2
As the deadline approached for the UN Security Council meeting…2：00 P。 M。 on Friday…I was frankly getting frantic。
Four days I had been in New York； four days I had been buzzing and hissing on the two…way…response radio； and no Raht。
Workmen were still everywhere； trying to finish the whole job before the weekend cost the contractors overtime； and the apartment was a madhouse。
I would make one last try。 I scrunched down in the back of a closet that had been pleted and； surrounded suffocatingly by wet paint； once more began to push and pull at the radio controls。 I had not brought its manual and it was mostly hit or miss。 There was a needle under glass on top of it and a red button there which should light。 Trying to get more fortable and avoid the paint； I accidentally touched it。 It lit up！ That was the first time that had happened。 Had it been on when I had used these things before？ Such radios came only in pairs： they were very simple rigs。 The Department of the Army used them between generals so they had to be very elementary。
I shook it to see if anything was loose。
〃Yes？〃 Raht's voice！
〃You've been sleeping on the job！〃 I railed at him。 〃And this proves it！〃
〃Officer Gris？ Where are you？〃
〃I'm in Africa； you idiot！ Where did you think I was？〃
〃You sound awfully loud to be in Africa； Officer Gris。 You almost blew my ear out。 But now I've turned my volume almost down to nothing。〃
〃It must be a skip wave；〃 I said。 〃I'm still in Africa and don't you forget it。 I can barely hear you！ But this is no time to argue。 Turn all three 831 Relayers off right away！〃
〃If you want them off；〃 said Raht； 〃that must mean you are within two hundred miles of me。 The direction needle。。。〃
I clicked the radio off hastily。 He wasn't going to trick me into telling him where I was and open up the trail。 No indeed！
I went into the chaos of the back room and got my three viewers and a portable TV。 I went back into the closet。 It was pretty unfortable； what with paint fumes and scratching fleas。 But I knew I had to do my duty。 The way of an Apparatus officer was hard； especially in this apartment。
The viewers were still flared out； as it would take him a while to scale those antennas on the Empire State Building。 But the TV set was live。 All three networks were giving heavy coverage to the event。
Some political mentator was giving a long rundown on the background of the measure and all the national battling that had gone on around the world。 I smiled a superior smile： those national battlings had been done in bed at the Gracious Palms！
After half an hour of suffocating and scratching； my viewers stopped flaring out and steadied down。
Crobe's came on first。 He had some woman on a couch and was apparently psychoanalyzing her； for she was saying over and over how her three…year…old brother had raped her when she was sixteen。 Crobe might or might not have been listening but his vision was exploring her genitalia in depth。 He looked up once and； my； they had given him a beautiful office： whole shelves full of skulls and his psychiatric diploma framed in gold。 But； beyond noting that he was far from a lost resource and that Bellevue seemed to be providing him with its best facilities； I had no interest today in Crobe。 I turned his viewer off so it wouldn't distract me。
The Countess Krak was sitting in Heller's Empire State main office。 No； correction。 She was lying on the floor； chin propped up with her hands； reading a book； The Food of Many Lands； according to the print across the page top。 She was going over all the recipes of India。 Then she made a clicking sound and the page turned。 It startled me。 Then I saw that it was just the cat。 She started on the recipes of Indonesia。
Heller's viewer was showing the same TV program that I had on my portable TV； only Heller's viewer was much clearer and the colors were better。 Wise fellow。 He had not gone in person this day。 The women of the Gracious Palms would have been there and he would have had a bad time trying to explain all this to Krak。
She looked sideways at Heller； sitting there in a chair。 〃You looked worried； dear。 Is something wrong？〃
〃It's this UN thing；〃 said Heller。 〃I don't like the lay of the land。 From what the mentators say； it looks sticky。 The measure I'm interested in passed the General Assembly。 But to go into force it now has to pass the Security Council。 The Security Council has fifteen members； but a single veto from one of the great powers can kill the bill。〃
〃Great powers？〃 said Krak。
〃United States； France； United Kingdom； Russia and China。 Even if nine members vote for it and just one of those five vetoes it； it's finished。〃
〃What is the measure； dear？〃
〃Women's rights；〃 said Heller。
〃Hmm；〃 said the Countess。 She got up and sat down on a sofa near him。 〃I don't really understand why they have to have a law to give women rights。 Women make their own rights。 Why are you so interested in this； dear？〃
〃It's important；〃 said Heller。
〃Hmm；〃 said the Countess Krak。
At that moment some crowd shots came on。 There were mobs of women around the UN； carrying placards on poles； waving flags； singing； being cheer leadered。
The camera focused on one group with huge placards and Heller gave a small laugh。 The Countess looked at him sharply。 He was smiling at the screen。
One huge placard read：
The UN Security Council
Will Be Boycotted
at the Gracious Palms
If They Do Not Pass
UN Resolution
678…546…452
The Countess looked back at the screen。 The camera focused in on one huge poster this group was carrying。 It said：
In Memory of Pretty Boy
The picture was a poor one but it certainly looked like Heller！
The Countess said； 〃Who are those ladies； dear？〃
〃Where？〃 said Heller。
〃Hmm；〃 said the Countess Krak。
The cameras were working inside the Security Council room。 A pan along the mural picked up the symbols of Peace and Liberty； Equality and Fraternity。 Then the view travelled along the member representatives。 They were getting busy。
The president of the Security Council this month was Russian。 He had a big； square face and Mongolian eyes。 He brought the meeting to order by banging his fist on his desk。 Through the translator who was putting it out on the networks in English； the Russian said； 〃I call this waste…of…time meeting to order。〃
〃Oh； oh；〃 said Heller。
〃I had to e all the way back from Yakut in Siberia；〃 continued the Russian； 〃just to attend this special meeting。 And all because the silly General Assembly passed some silly nonsense。〃
〃Oh； oh； oh！〃