Sickening. Who cared about all these fancy styles and the pant width in the mode. There was a gabardine trench coat with innumerable straps and a gun pocket that I liked, however. It looked very like one Humphrey Bogart used to wear. But the rest of it… then I realized the true source of my antipathy. It wasn’t the styles, it was the tailor. He was a homo. If there is anything I can’t stand, it’s a gay!

“Now, could you please stand up, young sir?”

And he was kneeling in front of Heller, measuring him for trousers. He seemed to be having trouble with his tape. He kept stretching it.

“Oh,” said the lead tailor, giggling, “you’re really built!”

“What’s the matter?” said Heller. “Hips too narrow?”

“Oh, no, young sir. I wasn’t talking about hips.”

On went the interference!

Off went my patience!

I stood up. I was being personally and vindictively harassed! Harassed? If I did not get that platen, I was dead!

There was a knock on the tunnel door to Faht’s office. Another Raht and Terb message slid under. I snatched it up.

It said:

Have our eye on that spot offshore. We’re standing by in case he surfaces.

That did it!

I bolted out of the house and walked agitatedly around the garden.

That (bleeped) screaming canary! Trilling and whistling gaily in the tree! A party to all this!

I went inside and got a twelve-gauge shotgun. I loaded it. I saw a flutter of yellow on a limb.

I fired both barrels!

The roar was deafening.

A hole had been blown through an ornamental tree.

One solitary feather came floating slowly down in the utter silence.

It made me feel immensely better.

A guard car came dashing up, of course, but I laughed and sent it away.

I felt better. I could think. I sat down on a bench.

What did I actually know? Aha, I had learned one vital thing so far today. The whore had not had the slightest recognition that she was handling a Voltarian safety line. The tailor had even sat on a Fleet tool kit, plainly labelled, and had simply tossed it aside. The people around Heller’s place of residence were totally incapable of observation! Perhaps it would be different when he got into a college. But nobody would notice anything at all anywhere around the Gracious Palms!

I went to my desk. I wrote a brutal communication to be transmitted at once to the New York office. I said:

RAHT AND TERB ARE SOMEWHERE IN THE NEW YORK AREA. FIND THEM AND FORCE THEM TO REPORT IN. IF THIS ORDER IS NOT PROMPTLY EXECUTED THE ENTIRE PERSONNEL OF YOUR OFFICE WILL BE.

When they reported in, I would direct them to get all plans of that building and pave the way.

With that backup, I would get this handled once and for all. And before I myself started to show signs of a nervous breakdown.

I phoned for a messenger and got the message on its way.

I got a pitcher of sira and went back to the viewer.

The interference was off. Heller was on his way downstairs in an elevator.

Heller was wearing the new “throwaway” suit, I saw in an elevator mirror by peripheral vision. It was a light blue summer weight and it fitted for a change, but its pockets were bulging. He had on a blue shirt with a wide collar spread over the jacket lapels, the gauche look, I suppose, but it still made him look awfully young. However, whatever the tailor was trying to achieve was spoiled utterly by the fact that he still wore his red baseball cap on the back of his blond head and when he went across the lobby, I could hear that he still wore baseball spikes! He might be clean and neat, some might think him very handsome, but he still didn’t have a clue about espionage and looking the part! The baseball cap was easy to explain — he considered himself to be working. The spikes, just because he didn’t have comfortable shoes. An idiot!

But I could be tolerant. He was a marked man.

He went to the safes and halted before his personal one. I noted the combination.

He spread out his money inside the safe.

I became aware of other voices, an undertone in the otherwise quiet area. I turned up the gain. Somebody on a speaker-phone! I could hear both sides! They were speaking Italian.

“…so that is no excuse to let him sleep late!” It was Babe Corleone’s voice!

“But, Babe,” said Vantagio, “it didn’t have anything to do with the girls. Those two UN bigwigs spend half their countries’ UN appropriations in this place and it’s a good thing he didn’t let them kill each other.”

“Vantagio, are you trying to pretend I didn’t appreciate that?”

“No, no, mia capa!”

“Vantagio, are you trying to stand in the way of this boy’s career?”

Heller was counting out his money, bill by bill. He seemed to think a few of the bills were counterfeit.

Vantagio had apparently been struck speechless. Finally, gasping, he said, “Oh, mia capa, how could you say such an awful thing!”

“You know an education is important. You are jealous and you want him to wind up like some of these bums?”

“Oh, no!” wept Vantagio.

“Then please explain to me. I will listen. I will not yell at you. I will listen with patience. Answer this one question: I see in the Sunday paper two days ago, Vantagio, that Empire University began registering yesterday. And when I ask you, patiently and quietly, Vantagio, the simple question, ‘Is the boy properly registered now and starting school?’ I get a stupid answer that he slept late.”

Vantagio tried to talk. “Mia capa….”

“Now, you know and I know and the good God himself knows that boys hate to go to school,” continued Babe. “You know that they have to be driven, Vantagio. You know they have to be forced. My brothers, God rest their souls, had to be beaten so there is no reason to explain that to me.”

“Mia capa, I swear…”

“So the one question I want answered, Vantagio, if you will only let me speak, is why haven’t you asserted your authority and control over this boy? Why is he not obeying your orders? Now, do not bother to argue. Just phone me up in exactly one half an hour and tell me he has started to school.” There was a sharp click. She had hung up.

Heller had decided that just because some bills had Benjamin Franklin on them, they were not counterfeit. He had packaged the money up neatly. But he was not happy with what he had counted. He was shaking his head.

He put fifteen thousand in his pocket, already bulging with Gods knew what. He closed and locked his safe and was about to leave the Gracious Palms when Vantagio’s voice arrested him, calling from the office.

“Can I see you a minute, kid?”

Heller went in. Vantagio’s brows were lowered. He looked very down. He gestured to a chair. But like any Italian, he did not come right to the point. They think it impolite.

“Well, kid, how are you getting along with the girls?” He said it very glumly.

Heller laughed. “Oh, it’s fairly easy to handle women.”

“You wouldn’t think so if you had my job,” said Vantagio.

Aha, I was on the trail of something here. Vantagio was jealous of Heller. He was afraid Heller was going to get his job!

“Say,” said Heller. “You may be the very one I should be seeing about this.”

“What?” he said, very guarded, very defensive. Yes, something was biting Vantagio.

“Well, actually,” said Heller, “I’ve got quite a bit of money but I think I will need much more.”

“For what?”

“Well, I’ve got to do something about the planet.”

“You mean you’re planning to take over the whole planet? Look, kid, you’ll never do that without a diploma.”

“Oh, that’s true,” said Heller. “But also, things like that take money. And I wanted to ask you if you could tell me where the gambling is in this area.”