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   Heller touched his collar。 He said; 〃Dear; would it be convenient for you to bring the money to room 201? It is on the second floor。 Just look at the numbers and arrows。 I am sure the armed men here will give you no trouble。〃
   They waited。
   There was the clang of an elevator。 Then sounds of something ing down the hall。 A gunman there; keeping his hands very empty; gingerly opened the door。
   A big laundry cart rolled in; piled to the top with laundry bags。 What appeared to be an old chambermaid stood up。 It was the Countess Krak dressed in hotel worker clothes and lines of age drawn on her face。
   〃Mother of God;〃 said one of the men; 〃I passed her three times with that cart when we were looking on the sixth floor!〃
   But Gobbo was not interested in who had brought the cart in。 He stood up。 He signalled。 The consigliere and two others began to lift the bags out。 They opened the covering laundry sack and peered in at the money。 They turned the open ends; one after the other; to Gobbo。
   He went over and into each sack plunged his hand and verified there was no stuffing but money。 He looked at many of the bills to make sure they were not counterfeit。
   Bags were lying all over the floor! Big and fat。
   Gobbo clapped his hands together twice and; with a gesture; had the bags closed and piled back into the laundry truck。
   The capo then; with a gesture; had two men speed the laundry cart out of the room。
   Heller's gun came up。 But Gobbo was walking over with the contracts。 Gobbo waited until he heard the elevator door bang shut and the car start down。 With an elegant bow he handed the contracts to Heller。 Then; with a very imperious gesture; like an orchestra conductor; he began to wave his arms at the men in the room。
   〃Happy Birthday;〃 said Gobbo; in English。
   The others in the room immediately began to sing。 They sang:

Happy Birthday to you;
Happy Birthday to you;
Happy Birthday; dear Whiz Kid;
You've been fun to screw。

   Then they all started laughing。
   Gobbo said; 〃Put your gun away; Whiz Kid。 Nobody would think of shooting you; now that you are the sole owner of the Scalpello Casino Corporation and all its vast properties。 Three days ago; the New Jersey Gambling mission told us that at the end of the week all our licenses were going to be cancelled for nonpayment of bribes and ordered us to sell the whole thing to anyone else who would buy it。
   〃But you see; Whiz Kid; nobody at all would touch any part of this corporation; for at noon tomorrow; by the clock; the Grabbe…Manhattan Bank; that owns all the mortgages; first and second; on all these hotels and property; is going to foreclose and take over everything it owns。 They even blocked efforts to file bankruptcy by threatening criminal proceeding on other counts against the directors if we did。
   〃All the money that you won; Whiz Kid; went through the puters as legal gambling losses paid out to unknown people。 It's all laundered money and untraceable。 So you let us follow the New Jersey Gambling mission ruling and it's you that Grabbe…Manhattan will now be foreclosing on! AND you've given us all these lovely millions as run money to go someplace nice and retire on。 So Happy Birthday; Whiz Kid。 The Virgin Mary herself must have sent you。 Although; when we spotted you earlier today; I will admit we gave her lots of help。〃
   He went over to his desk。 He took a letter basket and piled a few personal knickknacks in it。 He handed the basket to Don Julio to carry and directed him out the door。
   The rest of the men filed out。 Gobbo; the last one at the door; made a sweeping gesture with his hand。 〃It is all yours; Wister。 Every bit of it。 But there's just one more thing。 I don't know why they call you the Whiz Kid。 You're the dumbest (bleepard) in a business deal that I ever met!〃 He bowed。 He was gone。
   Heller stood there for a moment。 Then he dived for the phone。 He punched the buttons frantically。
   A sleepy voice at the other end said; 〃Hello。〃
   Heller shouted; 〃IZZY! HELP!〃

PART THIRTY…NINE
Chapter 1

   The next day I lay in bed; overtaken by uncontrollable bursts of chuckling。 I had been up all night due to time differences between Turkey and Atlantic City; and would have slept all morning in any event。 But every time I thought of getting up after that; I would go into spasms of guffaws and would have to lie back。
   Clever; clever Gobbo Piegare! What a friend I had in him! Between spasms of glee; I pondered the possibility of awarding him in some way: maybe send him a stuffed bluejay; that ace of robbers; mounted on a gold base。 Or maybe get Senator Twiddle to put him up for the Congressional Medal of Honor or get Rockecenter's attorney Bury to nominate Piegare for the Nobel Prize as hit man of the year。
   Gobbo Piegare was an absolute master。 If and when Lombar Hisst took over Earth; that stellar crook should be a candidate for Earth Apparatus staff。
   At length; my stomach hurting with laughter; I called for breakfast and shortly began to laugh still more to see that the waiter now had a purple cheek and Karagoz wore two black eyes。 Melahat; the housekeeper; looking like she'd been raped; stood in the door; wringing her hands and hoping that the kahve was just the right temperature。 Musef and Torgut were doing their job properly。 Oh; it was a lovely day。 Cold and bitter outside but nice and gleeful within。
   About four o'clock; I went into my secret room and uncovered the viewers。 I sat down to enjoy any further disfiture of Heller and Krak。
   It was midmorning in Atlantic City。 They were in bed in a palatial bedroom。 The bed had a canopy of white gauze and bows。 It must be the bridal suite。 The furnishings were all decorated with flowers and were very posh。
   Heller got up and went into the ornate sitting room。 He pulled a drape cord and disclosed a big picture window。 The room was evidently high up and the window overlooked a vast expanse of the cold; gray Atlantic Ocean。 He looked at the slow and sullen swells rolling in upon deserted and forlorn amusement piers。 There were several wrecks on the beach and black; oily smoke drifting around。
   He went back into the bedroom and opened the drapes there; disclosing a stretch of desolate Boardwalk; deserted except for a TV crew that was shooting something。
   Krak was sitting on the side of the bed; half…dressed; ruefully regarding the scars on the side of her white Moroccan boot; probably caused by her slide down the laundry chute。 She looked up。 〃They certainly don't know how to make animals grow proper hides。〃 She threw it down and went into the bathroom and spin…brushed her teeth。
   With her mouth full of foam; she said; 〃Jettero; who is this 'Whiz Kid' they are talking about?〃
   Heller was picking through the suitcase。 He sighed。 He said; 〃He's the dumbest (bleepard) in a business deal that anybody ever met…begging your pardon; miss。 You wouldn't want to know him。〃
   She rinsed out her mouth and came back into the bedroom。 〃Will all this help us to get home?〃 she asked。
   〃We'll be lucky if we don't get booted off this planet and kicked the whole twenty…two light…years back home。〃
   She went into a slight shock。 She stood there; staring at him。 〃Oh; dear;〃 she said。 〃And return as failures?〃
   I knew what she was thinking about: Those two forged 〃Royal Proclamations;〃 which she'd given her word to keep from Heller; would not be valid if the mission failed。 He would still be put onto dangerous assignments; she thought; and; as she was a nonperson; they could not get married。
   〃Oh; dear;〃 she said again。 She began to get dressed。 Heller was still poking into the suitcase; looking glum。 The Countess Krak got into her chinchilla coat; put on her white fur hat and picked up her pocketbook。 At the door; she stopped and called back; 〃I'm going to see Mamie Boomp。 We have a lot to talk about。 See you later; dear。〃 She left。
   Well; one thing I didn't want to hear more about was fashions; fashions; fashions and clothes; clothes; clothes。 What the homosexual designers were proclaiming would be spring styles was my idea of pure static。 I didn't want to spoil my euphoria。 I turned off her viewer。 Heller's depression was the source of my extreme well…being。
   He really understood he had plunged himself to ruin。 The neat; gray flannel suit and silk shirt were a long way from how he felt; apparently。 He dug; out of the bottom of the grip; a suit of workman's denim。 They were the style for beachwear and maybe he had thought they'd have some time on the sand; as he looked at the cold; gray sea from time to time。
   Slowly; he began to get dressed。 The most recent denim men's styles required the material be torn; patched and grease…stained like true workmen's clothing。 And although he might now be dressed in the beachwear height of fashion; my; didn't he appear a ragged wreck as he looked at himself in the mirror!
   Then he sat for a long; long time; staring out the window at the cold; gray sea。 What a treat for my eyes! Oh; how the mighty had fallen! He not only hadn't helped their precarious situation in New York; he had

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