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.'You'll pay for that too,' he said, his face livid with fury.'For trippingmeand for insulting me with idiotic lies about this.thiswoman of yours!''But it's true,' Amity said.'I wrote the Charles Lake books.My real name isAmity Little, but my pen name is Amos Klein.''So you see,' Simon joined in, 'S.W.O.R.D.got a real bargain.Two brilliantexperts on crime for the price of one.' He gave Warlock a winning smile.'Wearen't even charging you double.For a mere hundred thousand pounds you'regetting not only a master plan for cracking Hermetico, but also the delightfulcompany of two celebrities in your own home.Why, you'll be the envy of theneighbourhood, Warlock, old son of a witch.'The man who called himself Warlock, surprisingly, did not erupt again.Instead, a strange unnatural calm regained control of his quivering bulk thatwas far more ominous and blood-chilling than any of his outbursts.It remindedthe Saint suddenly and startlingly that the house and the organization aroundhim, the whole set-up and everything that had gone before, preposterous andfantastic as they were, were not figments of delirium but had been puttogether with cold and patient practicality.'You're right,' he said at last, slowly.'I have your plan and I'm going touse it.and you're coming along as insurance.In case you've included anytraps, you'll be the first to die, so you might as well admit anything you'vedeliberately done to try to catch us.''You have as many facts about Hermetico and the plan as I have,' Simon said.'Do you think Amos and I included any traps?''No.I don't think you were that foolhardy, and that's why I'm not callingoff the raid.But just in case, you will come with us.Your.Miss Littleor whatever she is will be clamped on the laser table downstairs and won't belet up until we get back.If you betray us at Hermetico and we don't arriveback here by a certain time Miss Little will die.Is that clear?''She actually is Amos Klein,' Simon said.'You wouldn't want to destroy theperson you admire most in the world, would you? I don't blame you for beingsceptical, but you could at least check.'Page 110 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html'I don't care any more,' Warlock said icily.'And just to be sure you take meseriously.Frug.'Warlock nodded towards Amity, and Frug and Nero advanced on her.She backedaway.When Simon made a move to put himself in front of her, Warlock pulled adart pistol from his pocket.'I can put you to sleep in a second, Mr.Templar and my aim is good.Standstill.'As Simon watched helplessly, Frug caught Amity by one of her arms, swung heraround, jerked her arm up behind her, and held the point of his knife againstthe side of her throat so that the skin was pressed in but not quitepunctured.Amity winced with pain, and Frug twisted her arm even moreviciously.'Nero is very interested in women,' Warlock oozed.'His interests are a bitodd, but for that reason I suppose they'll furnish us more entertainment.'Nero, standing in front of Amity, had put his pistol away and taken acigarette lighter from his pocket.He flicked it into flame with slowdeliberation, looking Amity in the eye all the time.It was one of thoselighters meant for use on pipes, with a control that could turn the flame intoa sideways jet like a miniature blowtorch.He demonstrated it, making the jetlick out and in like a small hot tongue.As it approached her eyes, hesuddenly took it away and laughed.With his free hand he reached forward,caught the collar of her blouse, and ripped it half open.Now the coal of thelighter moved with taunting slowness towards the white swell of one of herbreasts.She tried to wriggle away, but Frug held her, increasing the twistingpressure on her arm.Her face blanched and her eyes closed.The tip of theflame seemed to just touch her flesh and then Warlock intervened.'That's enough for now.Mr.Templar should have the idea.Galaxy, take herdownstairs and put her on the table.Nero will help.'Nero reluctantly released his hold on Amity's blouse and withdrew thelighter.She gasped with relief as Frug relaxed his grip on her arm and shovedher towards Galaxy.Galaxy caught her by the shoulder and tried to swing herroughly towards the door, but at that point Amity performed a turn-aboutentirely worthy of the creator of Charles Lake.As she pretended to stumbleforward she caught Galaxy's wrist in both hands, jerked her off balance, andin the same swift flowing motion threw her sprawling heavily on her backseveral yards away.'It's all right,' she said quickly to Warlock as he raised his dart pistol.'I'll go peacefully.I just had to get that out of my system.''Bravo,' said Simon.'Take her downstairs, boys,' Warlock said.'Clamp her to the table.Galaxywill have orders to give her the full treatment, if we're not back fromHermetico by a reasonable hour.'Galaxy was in no shape to take any orders at the moment.She was still on thefloor, dazedly wondering what had happened.'Is all this clear to you, Mr.Templar?' Warlock asked.'I'm afraid it's very clear,' Simon replied.Page 111 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlFrug and Nero were escorting Amity though the door to the hall.'Good luck,' she said to Simon over her shoulder.Her voice was unsteady but controlled.'Don't worry,' the Saint called after her.'It'll be all right.''It had better be,' Warlock said soberly.'It had certainly better be.Nowcome along, Simon Templar, and get ready to prove that your plan reallyworks.'CHAPTER SIXHOW HERMETICO WAS BREACHED,AND SIMON TEMPLAR DID NOTHAVE THE LAST WORD1The expedition was ready to leave S.W.O.R.D.headquarters at one o'clock inthe morning.Warlock was fuming over delays and shouting at his men as theygathered in the reception hall.Warlock and Bishop wore police uniforms, andthe others including Simon wore black trousers and long-sleeved blacksweaters.It was hoped that if the raid was interrupted, Bishop and Warlockmight be able to pass themselves off as policemen who were in the process ofapprehending and taking away the criminals.'All of you except Monk go out to the truck,' Warlock commanded.'Go over theequipment checklist completely and test everything again.Mr.Simon Templarand I are going down to see that his lady love is comfortable.Monk, you comewith us.'As Simon followed Warlock to the cellar, with Monk guarding the rear of thelittle procession, the rest of the men trooped silently out the front door.'I think you might need some last-minute inspiration, Mr.Templar,' Warlocksaid.'Go in, please.'The Saint entered the cellar and saw Amity lying spread-eagled on the steeltable, her ankles and wrists chained.Galaxy was lounging in a swivel chaireating chocolates and reading a vividly coloured paperback calledHoliday LustSpree.Amity raised her head and tried to smile at Simon as Warlock shotGalaxy an angry look.'Must you read that trash? If you can't pay attention to what you're doingPage 112 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlhere, you could at least try improving your mind.''Assuming she has any mind to begin with,' Amity said.Galaxy called her several names which even the author ofHoliday Lust Spreewould have been forced to delete from his manuscript [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.'You'll pay for that too,' he said, his face livid with fury.'For trippingmeand for insulting me with idiotic lies about this.thiswoman of yours!''But it's true,' Amity said.'I wrote the Charles Lake books.My real name isAmity Little, but my pen name is Amos Klein.''So you see,' Simon joined in, 'S.W.O.R.D.got a real bargain.Two brilliantexperts on crime for the price of one.' He gave Warlock a winning smile.'Wearen't even charging you double.For a mere hundred thousand pounds you'regetting not only a master plan for cracking Hermetico, but also the delightfulcompany of two celebrities in your own home.Why, you'll be the envy of theneighbourhood, Warlock, old son of a witch.'The man who called himself Warlock, surprisingly, did not erupt again.Instead, a strange unnatural calm regained control of his quivering bulk thatwas far more ominous and blood-chilling than any of his outbursts.It remindedthe Saint suddenly and startlingly that the house and the organization aroundhim, the whole set-up and everything that had gone before, preposterous andfantastic as they were, were not figments of delirium but had been puttogether with cold and patient practicality.'You're right,' he said at last, slowly.'I have your plan and I'm going touse it.and you're coming along as insurance.In case you've included anytraps, you'll be the first to die, so you might as well admit anything you'vedeliberately done to try to catch us.''You have as many facts about Hermetico and the plan as I have,' Simon said.'Do you think Amos and I included any traps?''No.I don't think you were that foolhardy, and that's why I'm not callingoff the raid.But just in case, you will come with us.Your.Miss Littleor whatever she is will be clamped on the laser table downstairs and won't belet up until we get back.If you betray us at Hermetico and we don't arriveback here by a certain time Miss Little will die.Is that clear?''She actually is Amos Klein,' Simon said.'You wouldn't want to destroy theperson you admire most in the world, would you? I don't blame you for beingsceptical, but you could at least check.'Page 110 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html'I don't care any more,' Warlock said icily.'And just to be sure you take meseriously.Frug.'Warlock nodded towards Amity, and Frug and Nero advanced on her.She backedaway.When Simon made a move to put himself in front of her, Warlock pulled adart pistol from his pocket.'I can put you to sleep in a second, Mr.Templar and my aim is good.Standstill.'As Simon watched helplessly, Frug caught Amity by one of her arms, swung heraround, jerked her arm up behind her, and held the point of his knife againstthe side of her throat so that the skin was pressed in but not quitepunctured.Amity winced with pain, and Frug twisted her arm even moreviciously.'Nero is very interested in women,' Warlock oozed.'His interests are a bitodd, but for that reason I suppose they'll furnish us more entertainment.'Nero, standing in front of Amity, had put his pistol away and taken acigarette lighter from his pocket.He flicked it into flame with slowdeliberation, looking Amity in the eye all the time.It was one of thoselighters meant for use on pipes, with a control that could turn the flame intoa sideways jet like a miniature blowtorch.He demonstrated it, making the jetlick out and in like a small hot tongue.As it approached her eyes, hesuddenly took it away and laughed.With his free hand he reached forward,caught the collar of her blouse, and ripped it half open.Now the coal of thelighter moved with taunting slowness towards the white swell of one of herbreasts.She tried to wriggle away, but Frug held her, increasing the twistingpressure on her arm.Her face blanched and her eyes closed.The tip of theflame seemed to just touch her flesh and then Warlock intervened.'That's enough for now.Mr.Templar should have the idea.Galaxy, take herdownstairs and put her on the table.Nero will help.'Nero reluctantly released his hold on Amity's blouse and withdrew thelighter.She gasped with relief as Frug relaxed his grip on her arm and shovedher towards Galaxy.Galaxy caught her by the shoulder and tried to swing herroughly towards the door, but at that point Amity performed a turn-aboutentirely worthy of the creator of Charles Lake.As she pretended to stumbleforward she caught Galaxy's wrist in both hands, jerked her off balance, andin the same swift flowing motion threw her sprawling heavily on her backseveral yards away.'It's all right,' she said quickly to Warlock as he raised his dart pistol.'I'll go peacefully.I just had to get that out of my system.''Bravo,' said Simon.'Take her downstairs, boys,' Warlock said.'Clamp her to the table.Galaxywill have orders to give her the full treatment, if we're not back fromHermetico by a reasonable hour.'Galaxy was in no shape to take any orders at the moment.She was still on thefloor, dazedly wondering what had happened.'Is all this clear to you, Mr.Templar?' Warlock asked.'I'm afraid it's very clear,' Simon replied.Page 111 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlFrug and Nero were escorting Amity though the door to the hall.'Good luck,' she said to Simon over her shoulder.Her voice was unsteady but controlled.'Don't worry,' the Saint called after her.'It'll be all right.''It had better be,' Warlock said soberly.'It had certainly better be.Nowcome along, Simon Templar, and get ready to prove that your plan reallyworks.'CHAPTER SIXHOW HERMETICO WAS BREACHED,AND SIMON TEMPLAR DID NOTHAVE THE LAST WORD1The expedition was ready to leave S.W.O.R.D.headquarters at one o'clock inthe morning.Warlock was fuming over delays and shouting at his men as theygathered in the reception hall.Warlock and Bishop wore police uniforms, andthe others including Simon wore black trousers and long-sleeved blacksweaters.It was hoped that if the raid was interrupted, Bishop and Warlockmight be able to pass themselves off as policemen who were in the process ofapprehending and taking away the criminals.'All of you except Monk go out to the truck,' Warlock commanded.'Go over theequipment checklist completely and test everything again.Mr.Simon Templarand I are going down to see that his lady love is comfortable.Monk, you comewith us.'As Simon followed Warlock to the cellar, with Monk guarding the rear of thelittle procession, the rest of the men trooped silently out the front door.'I think you might need some last-minute inspiration, Mr.Templar,' Warlocksaid.'Go in, please.'The Saint entered the cellar and saw Amity lying spread-eagled on the steeltable, her ankles and wrists chained.Galaxy was lounging in a swivel chaireating chocolates and reading a vividly coloured paperback calledHoliday LustSpree.Amity raised her head and tried to smile at Simon as Warlock shotGalaxy an angry look.'Must you read that trash? If you can't pay attention to what you're doingPage 112 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlhere, you could at least try improving your mind.''Assuming she has any mind to begin with,' Amity said.Galaxy called her several names which even the author ofHoliday Lust Spreewould have been forced to delete from his manuscript [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]