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.Such things really require billions and billions."Krak looked very determined.She said, "No more Atlantic City!"Heller looked shocked."Oh, dear, no!"She tapped the edge of the desk with her finger."Plans get executed when they are, at least, workedon.Even a little bit at a time.You don't have to wait until you graduate to make billions." She wagged herfinger emphatically at him."I think you had better get very busy, Jettero, and make these billions rightaway.And do it in a manner that does NOT include ANY Miss Americas! Not a single one!"I really had to laugh.She was pushing on him, yes.But after the fiasco he had just made I had no fears at all that he would suddenly come up with potsof money.All the money he had gotten so far was hit money put up to waste him that he, by luck, hadgotten into his own hands.High finance is an entirely different variety of slaughter.The hit men there weartop hats and are very suave and clever and they do their shooting cunningly across desks.It was whollyout of his field.He didn't have, in my opinion, the ghost of a chance. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlBillions, indeed!What amateurs they were compared to me and the huge coup I had just pulled off.I loaded the recorders with strips.I dropped the blanket on them.Let them stew.I had my own highexpectations.Madison was on the job.And I had Crobe in reserve.And one day, when they had loafed around, Heller and Krak would be caught up with the orderfrom Lombar that it was time to slay.It was high time I took some air and saw what daylight looked like once more!Chapter 6It was bitter cold but, for all that, a bright and sunshiny day.The shrubs in the villa yard were allbound up for winter like corpses in shrouds and not a single songbird was in sight.Beautiful.I stretched my arms and inhaled deeply.I stopped right there.I gaped. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlWas that a locomotive in the yard?The CAR!I let out my breath in a swoosh.My Gods, but it was big!There it stood, blocking the whole gate.Seen head on, the vertical chrome slats of the customradiator grill looked like the cowcatcher on a train.I sped forward, travelling to one side so that I could see it in profile.Half a block long!The black paint was a little dull but, oh, did that limousine have lines! Classic!Blazoned on the door was the scarlet eagle, wings outstretched, wearing horns, wild-eyed andsavage.My, was I impressed!I rushed around to the other side.Another eagle.I opened the rear door.What space! All along the other side was a kind of bunk.The back of thefront seat was a bar.A field radio-telephone was in a ledge.The interior upholstery was all new cloth andleatherette, a dark red. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlI stood back.So this was a 1962 Daimler-Benz, specially built! I tapped a window.Bulletproof!I stepped back further.Then I saw it.Below the huge, red eagle on the door they had painted myname in gold:Sultan BeyMagnificent!The quiet of the day was marred by an evil laugh.I whirled.The toothless, beak-nosed old man wasstanding there.He was dressed in an olive-drab chauffeur's uniform much too big for him.The taxi driver came out of the villa staff quarters."You like it?" he beamed."What is that old man doing here?" I said."Oh, him? That's Ters.He comes with the car.He was the general's chauffeur, and unemploymentbeing what it is, he hasn't had a job for more than a quarter of a century.He drove it down here fromIstanbul."Ters? That means "unlucky" or "unfortunate" in Turkish.I hoped it didn't combine with the taxidriver's Modon name, Deplor.Unfortunate Fate was something I didn't want anything to do with."But look at this great car!" said the taxi driver."And didn't they do a great job of repairing it? A realDaimler-Benz, probably the only one of its kind left in the world.Distinctive! Fits you like a glove.Look,I even had them put your name on the door, real big, in gold.They'll know who is coming, believe youme!"He jumped around to the other side and hit the horn.It almost blew the roof off the villa! Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"Now," said the taxi driver, "I just told Karagoz to have a couple shrubs cut down so we can get itfully inside the gate and still get other cars in and out.So don't have any qualms about its size.Besides,you want people to SEE it.Makes you a big man! And if you park it right over there anyone can spot itgoing down the road.I tell you, it isn't everybody that has a car like this! Get in and try out the backseat!"I did.The taxi driver got in the front seat.He shut the doors and turned to me confidentially."Nowwe're in business.You wanted women.There isn't a woman in the world that could resist this car.Right?"I allowed he must be correct.It sure was big and impressive."I have all this figured out.As this was a general's car, we ought to go about this like a militaryoperation, a field campaign.That's what he used it for.That's why it has that ledge down the side you cansleep on.Now, in a military campaign, the timetable is everything, so let's synchronize our watches."We did.I was getting excited."Now," he said, "I arrive at the villa here each evening at 6:00 in my taxi.I park it over there.I get inthe limousine with Ters and he and I go out and get the woman.We'd be back around 8:30.""Why so long?" 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.Such things really require billions and billions."Krak looked very determined.She said, "No more Atlantic City!"Heller looked shocked."Oh, dear, no!"She tapped the edge of the desk with her finger."Plans get executed when they are, at least, workedon.Even a little bit at a time.You don't have to wait until you graduate to make billions." She wagged herfinger emphatically at him."I think you had better get very busy, Jettero, and make these billions rightaway.And do it in a manner that does NOT include ANY Miss Americas! Not a single one!"I really had to laugh.She was pushing on him, yes.But after the fiasco he had just made I had no fears at all that he would suddenly come up with potsof money.All the money he had gotten so far was hit money put up to waste him that he, by luck, hadgotten into his own hands.High finance is an entirely different variety of slaughter.The hit men there weartop hats and are very suave and clever and they do their shooting cunningly across desks.It was whollyout of his field.He didn't have, in my opinion, the ghost of a chance. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlBillions, indeed!What amateurs they were compared to me and the huge coup I had just pulled off.I loaded the recorders with strips.I dropped the blanket on them.Let them stew.I had my own highexpectations.Madison was on the job.And I had Crobe in reserve.And one day, when they had loafed around, Heller and Krak would be caught up with the orderfrom Lombar that it was time to slay.It was high time I took some air and saw what daylight looked like once more!Chapter 6It was bitter cold but, for all that, a bright and sunshiny day.The shrubs in the villa yard were allbound up for winter like corpses in shrouds and not a single songbird was in sight.Beautiful.I stretched my arms and inhaled deeply.I stopped right there.I gaped. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlWas that a locomotive in the yard?The CAR!I let out my breath in a swoosh.My Gods, but it was big!There it stood, blocking the whole gate.Seen head on, the vertical chrome slats of the customradiator grill looked like the cowcatcher on a train.I sped forward, travelling to one side so that I could see it in profile.Half a block long!The black paint was a little dull but, oh, did that limousine have lines! Classic!Blazoned on the door was the scarlet eagle, wings outstretched, wearing horns, wild-eyed andsavage.My, was I impressed!I rushed around to the other side.Another eagle.I opened the rear door.What space! All along the other side was a kind of bunk.The back of thefront seat was a bar.A field radio-telephone was in a ledge.The interior upholstery was all new cloth andleatherette, a dark red. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlI stood back.So this was a 1962 Daimler-Benz, specially built! I tapped a window.Bulletproof!I stepped back further.Then I saw it.Below the huge, red eagle on the door they had painted myname in gold:Sultan BeyMagnificent!The quiet of the day was marred by an evil laugh.I whirled.The toothless, beak-nosed old man wasstanding there.He was dressed in an olive-drab chauffeur's uniform much too big for him.The taxi driver came out of the villa staff quarters."You like it?" he beamed."What is that old man doing here?" I said."Oh, him? That's Ters.He comes with the car.He was the general's chauffeur, and unemploymentbeing what it is, he hasn't had a job for more than a quarter of a century.He drove it down here fromIstanbul."Ters? That means "unlucky" or "unfortunate" in Turkish.I hoped it didn't combine with the taxidriver's Modon name, Deplor.Unfortunate Fate was something I didn't want anything to do with."But look at this great car!" said the taxi driver."And didn't they do a great job of repairing it? A realDaimler-Benz, probably the only one of its kind left in the world.Distinctive! Fits you like a glove.Look,I even had them put your name on the door, real big, in gold.They'll know who is coming, believe youme!"He jumped around to the other side and hit the horn.It almost blew the roof off the villa! Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"Now," said the taxi driver, "I just told Karagoz to have a couple shrubs cut down so we can get itfully inside the gate and still get other cars in and out.So don't have any qualms about its size.Besides,you want people to SEE it.Makes you a big man! And if you park it right over there anyone can spot itgoing down the road.I tell you, it isn't everybody that has a car like this! Get in and try out the backseat!"I did.The taxi driver got in the front seat.He shut the doors and turned to me confidentially."Nowwe're in business.You wanted women.There isn't a woman in the world that could resist this car.Right?"I allowed he must be correct.It sure was big and impressive."I have all this figured out.As this was a general's car, we ought to go about this like a militaryoperation, a field campaign.That's what he used it for.That's why it has that ledge down the side you cansleep on.Now, in a military campaign, the timetable is everything, so let's synchronize our watches."We did.I was getting excited."Now," he said, "I arrive at the villa here each evening at 6:00 in my taxi.I park it over there.I get inthe limousine with Ters and he and I go out and get the woman.We'd be back around 8:30.""Why so long?" I said."Finding the woman, time it takes to persuade her, time and distance to make the drive.We will haveto go all over the Afyon plateau because we aren't going to repeat on women.You want them freshevery night [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]