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I extended the note。
He smiled。 〃I am afraid that is not quite enough； Officer Gris。〃 I froze。 How could he know my name？ I had no identification on me！
〃Not five credits；〃 he said pleasantly。 〃I think five thousand credits would be more accurate。〃 I was thinking fast。 〃I don't have money like that。〃
〃Oh； I think you could get it。 You could give me all you have on you right now。 And then give me the rest in installments…say； during the next week。〃
〃You know nothing but my name！〃
〃Oh； and perhaps a few things more。 Like twenty dead Fleet spacers in a dungeon。 I think the Fleet would dearly love to know about them。〃 I pretended to sag。 Listlessly； I put the riding helmet on and dropped the visor。 Then； as though hopeless； I took the rest of the counterfeit money out。 I got up and walked over to him。 He stood。 He reached out his hand。
There was nothing wrong with my arm now and never would be again。
The hand that was extending the money to him did a small jerk。
A ten…inch tri…knife snapped out of my sleeve into my palm。
The （bleeped） fool was still smiling； thinking he had won。
I lunged。 Ten inches of steel went through his heart。
Abrupt surprise shot into his eyes。 And the knowledge he was dead。
I yanked the knife back； stepping aside。 The blade inside him turned into three parts。 Guts and a gush of blood rushed out of him； splatting on the floor。
He fell in it face down。
I prodded him。 He was dead。 Very messily dead。
The bills had flown sideways。 I picked them up and wiped the blood stains off the shiny paper by rubbing them on the back of his coat。 I put them in my pocket。
Then I ransacked the room and found the recording strips he had made on a hidden machine。 I destroyed them。
He had uttered no sound。 I had been silent。 I went to the door and opened it a crack。
For an instant I thought I saw someone at the lower end of the hall； someone who had abruptly stepped out of sight。 A witness？
Footsteps were ing down the hall from the other direction。 It was a woman。 She was middle…aged。 She looked like she worked in this building。
I stepped out in front of her。 I was holding the bloody knife。 She stopped。 I handed it to her hilt first。
〃Quick；〃 I said in a low urgent voice。 〃Take this and run down to the bluebottle station and show them that Doctor Cutswitz has been murdered。〃 She would have screamed。 But a low； secret sort of voice prevents that when used right。 Her eyes went round and glazed。
She grabbed the hilt of the knife and rushed off； heading for the police station just below。
Another flick of movement in the shadows down the hall。 Had I been observed？
Well； who cared？ It would do them no good。 I had the riding helmet on and the black visor down。 I sped to the window。 Nobody followed。
I went down the wall like an agile insect； I mounted the speedwheel。
A call for an arrest van blasted out at the police station。 To Hells with them。 I silently rolled the speed…wheel to the other end of the alley； into another street。 I made no noises with the vehicle。 It was two blocks away when I opened it up to a roar。
They would arrest the woman； of course。 The police principle of 〃the least work consists of arresting the handiest person〃 would be in full play。 It was a solved crime on their books。 Be neat； I always say。 Leave no loose ends。
I dropped the speedwheel at the den； putting it exactly where it had been before。 I even locked it up again。
Shortly after； I slipped into the airbus。 My changing clothes woke my driver up。 We flew away on quiet wings。 As we passed over the River Wiel； I dropped the suit and helmet into the raging water below。
That night I lay in my room。 I planned and planned。 What would happen to Heller and Krak now was all their own doing。 I had never felt so deadly before in my whole life。 I told myself； Hells have no Demon as full of hate as a man covertly hypnotized。 And no Demon would have dared make up such ugly and varied plans as I made that night。
Heller was totally at my mercy now and I intended to make the very vengeful most of it！
Chapter 6
I was up with the dawn。 I loftily did not ment on my driver's petty tribulations about the costume refund…Heller； it seems； had forgiven him but the driver； of all things； felt guilty！ I swept into the office where the early arriving Bawtch was sucking his early morning jolt： I took it right out of his hand and finished it！ I didn't even stand there to enjoy his surprise。
Climbing down the stairs into the hidden rooms in the basement； I made my way to the secret forgery unit。
Every Apparatus section has its own forgery unit…one couldn't run without one。 Such actions are usually reserved for the framing of resistive or dissident citizens： few would be brave enough to make forgeries of the type I planned。
But； under the shadow of Lombar； forced to it by his orders…and even； I must admit in this case； enjoying the vindictive flavor of it…I swept aside assorted pens and stamps and sat down to pose my masterpieces。
It took me quite a while； what with scratch…outs and additions； but I was finished by the time the two forgers arrived。
They sat down at their tables and I put the rough drafts before them。 It made me smile to see them flinch。
〃I don't think we have the right paper；〃 said the senior。
〃Get it；〃 I said。 〃Right now。 Get it！〃 He fished around for a time； going through materials in the cases。 He finally found two sheets of what he needed。
The other forger said； 〃I don't think we have the right seals。〃
〃I think you have；〃 I said。
He raked about in some old boxes and finally located some that could be converted。
They were both a bit white and terrified； as well they might be。 Because I have enough on both of them； material not even in the master data files； and they elected to mit the present crime on the basis that it was less painful than the revelation of old crimes。
Forgers are very funny people。 There is a streak of artist in them and； along with it； artistic pride； and soon they were both deeply immersed in concentration and ink。 I did not have to tell them to do the best possible job。 Their own tradecraft was a matter of self…respect。 But； more than that； if these two forgeries had the tiniest detectable flaw in them； and if they were prematurely exposed； half the Domestic Police Division would be on their trail。 Necessity breeds precision！
I sat down on a case full of unused execution orders and waited。 The tongues of the forgers suffered the clenching of teeth； the pens drew out； with painful slowness； the flowing swirls and ornate convolutions these documents required。 Two hours was not too long to wait for they were making absolutely undetectable masterpieces。
Finally they came to the stamps。 Only one of the documents required the final affixations of seals。
At last； sweating； sort of proud and terrified at the same time； they were blowing the waxes dry。
The junior looked at them for any flaw。 The senior pared them critically to a book containing facsimiles of the real thing。
〃Gods；〃 said the junior。 〃They look realer than the real thing！〃 There was some pride in it。 〃I do think that the only way they