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"What's new?" said Heller.
"Nothing," said Bang-Bang. "Going to college is great." And he got back to reading his comic
books.
But the day left me in a spin. Heller was now up to something else. I could feel it. I was
really frustrated. I did not know where he was going to break out next. He was milling around. And
I knew he was up to no good.
And then I really got upset. About midnight I went into my bedroom. There was a card lying on
my pillow!
Nobody could have gotten into that room!
But there was the card!
The message was addressed to me in a scrawled hand:

SOLTAN GRIS: I WAS TOLD TO REMIND YOU FROM TIME TO TIME THAT SOMEBODY UNKNOWN TO YOU IS AROUND
WITH ORDERS TO FINISH YOU OFF IF YOU MESS UP. HISST LEFT THE CHOICE UP TO THAT PERSON. A KNIFE? A
GUN? AN AUTO ACCIDENT? MAYBE SOME POISON IN THE FOOD? YOU HAVEN'T GOT A CHOICE. EXCEPT NOT TO MESS
UP. SO, GRIS, DON'T MESS UP.

And then a dagger drawn! The only signature!
Who was it? One of the Turkish help? Somebody in Afyon? Somebody on the base? Time after time
I was certain I had it.
I didn't get any sleep.

Chapter 2

It was Tuesday at 4:00 P.M. Eastern Standard Time.
Heller had had his usual dayтАФgoing to college the hard way. He was sitting on the steps of
High Library, dressed for a change in a beige lounge suit. He had been reading a secret manual
from his Army ROTC class on how you blackmailed agents into blackmailing the general's wife to get
the battle plans. The class bell rang somewhere. He put the manual aside, looked up and there was
Izzy Epstein.
I was rather amazed to see Izzy appear. After Heller gave him ten thousand dollars to set up
some corporation, I had been more or less certain that he would simply take Heller's money and
vanish. But here he was. I knew at once that some deeper plot must be boiling in his cunning
brain, some way to take Heller for even more money.
Epstein looked very apprehensive. He stood fumbling with the tattered briefcase, two steps
below the level Heller was sitting on.
"Hello, Izzy," said Heller. "Have a seat."
"No, no. I should stand when in the presence of my superior."
"You're responsible for me, so what's this superior stuff?" said Heller.
"I am afraid you'll be cross with me. I deserve it."
"Sit down and tell me why," said Heller.
"I didn't get it all done. I knew the job would be too heavy for me."
"Well, I'm sure you got something done," said Heller.
"This and that," said Izzy. "But..." and then he sighed with relief, looking down the steps
and to the opposite side. Bang-Bang was trotting up.
"Last charge recovered," said Bang-Bang. "We got no five o'clock class today."
"What's this?" said Izzy.
Heller told him about the recorders Bang-Bang had planted in the courserooms.
Izzy was shocked. "Oh," he said. "That must be very tiring. And dangerous, too! There will be
quizzes and lab periods. It is really just a problem in business administration. For a small