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.Your men are all well-trained and good at their jobs; most ofthem have been with us for years, yet you could not catch one simple person." He banged his palm withhis fist in frustration.Lessin waited in silence for Garst's rage to blow over.Anything he could say would only add to the fury Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlthe other felt.At length, Garst's temper subsided a little.He turned his back on Lessin and walked around behind hislarge desk."The question now is, who was that man? What kind of threat does he represent? Was heacting on his own, or are there others with him?."The men from my Group Two know him.He started working at the docks with them a couple of daysago.He calls himself Georges duChamps and he's originally from DesPlaines.They had a bit of aproblem with other workers in their outfit and this duChamps intervened a couple of times-both for andagainst them.They can't figure him out."A DesPlainian, eh?" Garst settled himself behind his desk and drummed his fingers impatiently acrossthe top."Well, that may excuse some of your bungling; I've heard some pretty impressive things aboutthem.But still-thirtythree to one." His voice trailed off and he shot Lessin a meaningful glance.The subordinate decided to leap into the conversational breach before Garst had much chance tocontemplate further on the mishap."I think he was just working on his own.He'd had a few brush-upswith my men, and was curious about them, that's all.After all, he couldn't be with the police theywouldn't dare interfere with us."But we can't be sure!" Garst banged a fist down hard on the solid wood desktop."In this business,Lessin, we can't afford to take any chances at all.Take nothing for granted.There are otherconstabularies than our own, you know.So far, I grant you, they have not seen fit to intercede in ourbusiness, because we've been careful not to be too greedy.A little trickle diverted from a wide stream isnever missed.But there is always the possibility that we slipped up somewhere and alerted someone.Wemust take great pains to find out the truth and, if that is the case, to rectify our error as quickly aspossible.Garst stood up once more and came around the desk to face his minion."We must capture thisduChamps fellow-alive.We have to question him to find out how much is known about us, so that wecan assess the danger.If he is just a man on his own, well and good; he can be eliminated with no onebeing any the wiser.But if he is part of a larger force, more drastic measures will have to be taken.I hateto even think about that, but I know I'll have to.He glowered sternly at Lessin."Since it was you who bungled this matter, I'll let you be the one tostraighten it up.You will direct the search operations.I want every single man we've got to have adescription of duChamps.I want every single hiding place searched beginning, of course, with his hotel Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlroom, though I doubt he'd be fool enough to return there.We'!! scour every centimeter of Vesa if wehave to, but I want that duChamps found and brought to me alive.Is that understood?.It was indeed understood.Lessin was actually glad Garst had put him in charge of the search.It hadbeen duChamps' fault that he'd had to come to Garst with this problem in the first place, and he had thatdebt of honor to pay off.He would find the DesPlainian, all right-and when he was finished, the spywould wish Garst had allowed Lessin to kill him right away.CHAPTER 8 Vanished.Yvette got only about three hours' sleep following her chance meeting with Dak Lehman, and even thatwas spent fitfully sitting up in a chair, facing the door and starting at the slightest noise in the hall that mightherald the return of the three men who had ambushed her on the starliner.They had caught her bysurprise once, and she vowed that would never happen again.But this night was a false alarm; nothinguntoward occurred.At 0930 she finally dragged herself out of the chair to get ready for her rendezvous with Dak.She hadneglected to wipe off the makeup from last night and it bad gone gritty on her face.Added to that werethe dark circles under her eyes and flyaway hair from sleeping in an awkward position.Taking a goodlook at herself in a mirror, she said, "Dak must be crazy; nobody in his right mind would ever want tomarry someone who looks like that.She gave serious consideration to calling him at his hotel and breaking off the date, or even just standinghim up without telling him anything.She hadn't told him where she was staying; he might never be able tofind her again, and all their mutual problems would be solved.But, with a sigh, she realized she couldnever do that.She had promised to meet him, and promises were sacred things to a d'Alembert.Herfamily pride would not permit her the luxury of breaking this one.She spent an extra amount of care in making up her face this morning, and by the time she was finishedmuch of the depression bad left her.The face that stared back at her in the mirror was no longer haggard,and she declared herself satisfied with the results; a less modest person would have realized that she wasdevastatingly beautiful.A quick look at the clock beside her bed told her that she'd spent entirely toomuch time on her makeup, though-it was just past 1030.Dressing quickly, she hurried out to the elevatortube and up to the lobby level to grab a jit.There would be no breakfast for her this morning, thoughperhaps Dak and she could go for lunch somewhere.She arrived at the appointed spot five minutes late, cursing her own tardiness and the complexity of Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlVesa's traffic.Yvette hated to be late for anything; it made her feel vaguely incompetent.She dashed outof her jit and into the crowded casino, where she began her search for Dak.She did not see him immediately, and began to pray that he would be late, too, so that he wouldn'tnotice her own tardiness.Even at this hour, though, the casino was quite crowded; Vesa, being anunderground settlement, did not depend on the arbitrary rhythms of daylight and darkness, and was inbloom around the clock.Dak might have been here, saw that she wasn't here, and decided to mingle inthe mob for a few minutes until she showed up.Yvette waited.One minute turned into five, then ten.Still there was no sign of Dak.Impatience began toplay on her nerves, taking the form alternatively of anger and concern.How dare he keep me waiting?He was the one who wanted this meeting so badly.But what if he's hurt? What if he slipped in his bathtuband got a concussion.She began to feel very conspicuous standing there alone in the entranceway while people milled aroundher intent on their gambling.Finally deciding to take matters into her own bands, she walked over to apublic telephone, inserted a twenty-kopek piece in the slot and called the Soyuz Hotel where Dak hadtold her he was staying."Connect me with Gospodin Lehman's room, please," she said when the hoteloperator answered.There was a momentary silence at the other end, then the voice came back, "I'm sorry, GospodinLehman has left.Yvette sighed with relief."You mean he's on his way to an appointment."I wouldn't know, gospozha."Khorosho.Thank you." She rang off and went back to the casino to continue her waiting.She waited for half an hour longer, growing increasingly puzzled with each passing second.She knew itshouldn't take him more than fifteen minutes to get from his hotel to here.What could be keeping him.Could some other business have come up so pressing that he had to stand her up without notifying her? Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Your men are all well-trained and good at their jobs; most ofthem have been with us for years, yet you could not catch one simple person." He banged his palm withhis fist in frustration.Lessin waited in silence for Garst's rage to blow over.Anything he could say would only add to the fury Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlthe other felt.At length, Garst's temper subsided a little.He turned his back on Lessin and walked around behind hislarge desk."The question now is, who was that man? What kind of threat does he represent? Was heacting on his own, or are there others with him?."The men from my Group Two know him.He started working at the docks with them a couple of daysago.He calls himself Georges duChamps and he's originally from DesPlaines.They had a bit of aproblem with other workers in their outfit and this duChamps intervened a couple of times-both for andagainst them.They can't figure him out."A DesPlainian, eh?" Garst settled himself behind his desk and drummed his fingers impatiently acrossthe top."Well, that may excuse some of your bungling; I've heard some pretty impressive things aboutthem.But still-thirtythree to one." His voice trailed off and he shot Lessin a meaningful glance.The subordinate decided to leap into the conversational breach before Garst had much chance tocontemplate further on the mishap."I think he was just working on his own.He'd had a few brush-upswith my men, and was curious about them, that's all.After all, he couldn't be with the police theywouldn't dare interfere with us."But we can't be sure!" Garst banged a fist down hard on the solid wood desktop."In this business,Lessin, we can't afford to take any chances at all.Take nothing for granted.There are otherconstabularies than our own, you know.So far, I grant you, they have not seen fit to intercede in ourbusiness, because we've been careful not to be too greedy.A little trickle diverted from a wide stream isnever missed.But there is always the possibility that we slipped up somewhere and alerted someone.Wemust take great pains to find out the truth and, if that is the case, to rectify our error as quickly aspossible.Garst stood up once more and came around the desk to face his minion."We must capture thisduChamps fellow-alive.We have to question him to find out how much is known about us, so that wecan assess the danger.If he is just a man on his own, well and good; he can be eliminated with no onebeing any the wiser.But if he is part of a larger force, more drastic measures will have to be taken.I hateto even think about that, but I know I'll have to.He glowered sternly at Lessin."Since it was you who bungled this matter, I'll let you be the one tostraighten it up.You will direct the search operations.I want every single man we've got to have adescription of duChamps.I want every single hiding place searched beginning, of course, with his hotel Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlroom, though I doubt he'd be fool enough to return there.We'!! scour every centimeter of Vesa if wehave to, but I want that duChamps found and brought to me alive.Is that understood?.It was indeed understood.Lessin was actually glad Garst had put him in charge of the search.It hadbeen duChamps' fault that he'd had to come to Garst with this problem in the first place, and he had thatdebt of honor to pay off.He would find the DesPlainian, all right-and when he was finished, the spywould wish Garst had allowed Lessin to kill him right away.CHAPTER 8 Vanished.Yvette got only about three hours' sleep following her chance meeting with Dak Lehman, and even thatwas spent fitfully sitting up in a chair, facing the door and starting at the slightest noise in the hall that mightherald the return of the three men who had ambushed her on the starliner.They had caught her bysurprise once, and she vowed that would never happen again.But this night was a false alarm; nothinguntoward occurred.At 0930 she finally dragged herself out of the chair to get ready for her rendezvous with Dak.She hadneglected to wipe off the makeup from last night and it bad gone gritty on her face.Added to that werethe dark circles under her eyes and flyaway hair from sleeping in an awkward position.Taking a goodlook at herself in a mirror, she said, "Dak must be crazy; nobody in his right mind would ever want tomarry someone who looks like that.She gave serious consideration to calling him at his hotel and breaking off the date, or even just standinghim up without telling him anything.She hadn't told him where she was staying; he might never be able tofind her again, and all their mutual problems would be solved.But, with a sigh, she realized she couldnever do that.She had promised to meet him, and promises were sacred things to a d'Alembert.Herfamily pride would not permit her the luxury of breaking this one.She spent an extra amount of care in making up her face this morning, and by the time she was finishedmuch of the depression bad left her.The face that stared back at her in the mirror was no longer haggard,and she declared herself satisfied with the results; a less modest person would have realized that she wasdevastatingly beautiful.A quick look at the clock beside her bed told her that she'd spent entirely toomuch time on her makeup, though-it was just past 1030.Dressing quickly, she hurried out to the elevatortube and up to the lobby level to grab a jit.There would be no breakfast for her this morning, thoughperhaps Dak and she could go for lunch somewhere.She arrived at the appointed spot five minutes late, cursing her own tardiness and the complexity of Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlVesa's traffic.Yvette hated to be late for anything; it made her feel vaguely incompetent.She dashed outof her jit and into the crowded casino, where she began her search for Dak.She did not see him immediately, and began to pray that he would be late, too, so that he wouldn'tnotice her own tardiness.Even at this hour, though, the casino was quite crowded; Vesa, being anunderground settlement, did not depend on the arbitrary rhythms of daylight and darkness, and was inbloom around the clock.Dak might have been here, saw that she wasn't here, and decided to mingle inthe mob for a few minutes until she showed up.Yvette waited.One minute turned into five, then ten.Still there was no sign of Dak.Impatience began toplay on her nerves, taking the form alternatively of anger and concern.How dare he keep me waiting?He was the one who wanted this meeting so badly.But what if he's hurt? What if he slipped in his bathtuband got a concussion.She began to feel very conspicuous standing there alone in the entranceway while people milled aroundher intent on their gambling.Finally deciding to take matters into her own bands, she walked over to apublic telephone, inserted a twenty-kopek piece in the slot and called the Soyuz Hotel where Dak hadtold her he was staying."Connect me with Gospodin Lehman's room, please," she said when the hoteloperator answered.There was a momentary silence at the other end, then the voice came back, "I'm sorry, GospodinLehman has left.Yvette sighed with relief."You mean he's on his way to an appointment."I wouldn't know, gospozha."Khorosho.Thank you." She rang off and went back to the casino to continue her waiting.She waited for half an hour longer, growing increasingly puzzled with each passing second.She knew itshouldn't take him more than fifteen minutes to get from his hotel to here.What could be keeping him.Could some other business have come up so pressing that he had to stand her up without notifying her? Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]