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dea； aren't you；〃 I said as a statement； not a question。
〃Yes；〃 she said； laying her cards on the table so die could see mine。
〃Well if you must know then；〃 I said； 〃I was smuggling。 It is a very interesting occupation if you happen to know what to take where。 For a number of years I found it was a most lucrative business。 Finally though； a number of governments felt I was giving them unfair petition； since they were the only ones allowed to cheat the public。 With the pressure on I returned to my sluggish native land for a period of rest。〃
Angel…mine was buying no sealed packages and gave me an exhaustive cross…examination into my smuggling career that showed she had more than a passing knowledge of the field herself。 I had of course no trouble answering her questions； since in my day I have turned； many a megacredit in this illegal fashion。 The only thing I was afraid of was making it too good； so I described a career of a successful but still young and not too professional operator。 All the time I was talking I tried to live the role and believe everything I said。 This was a crucial time when I must let drop no hints or mannerisms that might bring Slippery Jim diGriz to her mind。 I had to be the local punk who had made good and was still on my way up in the universe。
Mind youour talk was of course all most casual； and carried on in an atmosphere of passing drinks and lighting cigarettes all designed to relax me enough to make a few slips。 I did of course； slipping in a lie or two about my successes that she would catch and credit to boyish enthusiasm。 When the chitchat slowed I tried a question of my own。
〃Would you mind telling me what a local family named Radebrechen has to do with you？〃
〃What makes you ask？〃 she said so calm and coolly。
〃Your smiling friend Cassitor Rdenrundt asked me about them before we came here。 I told him I knew nothing。 What's their connection with you？〃
〃They want to kill me；〃 she said。
〃That would be a shameand a waste；〃 I told her with my best e…hither grin。 She ignored it。 〃What can I do about it？〃 I asked； going back to business； since she didn't seem interested in my masculine attractions。
〃I want you to be my bodyguard；〃 she said； and when I smiled and opened my mouth to speak she went on； 〃and please spare me any remarks about how it is a body you would like to guard。 I get enough of that from Cassitor。〃
〃All I wanted to say was that I accepted the position；〃 which was a big lie because I had had some such phrase in mind。 It was hard to stay ahead of Angelina and I mustn't relax for an instant I reminded myself again。 〃Just tell me about the people who are out to kill you。〃
〃It seems that Count Rdenrundt was married；〃 Angelicious said； toying with her glass in a simple； girlish way。 〃His wife mitted suicide in a very stupid and promising manner。 Her familywho are of course the Radebrechenthink I killed her； and want to revenge her supposed murder by killing me in turn。 Apparently in this lost corner of Freibur the vendetta still has meaning； and this family of rich morons still subscribe to it。〃
All at once the picture was getting clearer。 Count Rdenrundta born opportunistaided his noble fortunes by marrying the daughter of this family。 This must have worked well enough until Angelina came along。 Then the extra wife was in the way； and ignorant of this charming local custom of revenge…killing； Angelina had removed a stumbling stone。 Something had gone wrongprobably the Count had bungled； from the look of the manand now the vendetta was on。 And my Angel wanted me to interpose my frail flesh between her and the killers。 Apparently she was finding this retarded planet more than she had bargained for。 Now was the time for me to be bold。
〃Was it suicide？〃 I asked。 〃Or did you kill her？〃
〃Yes； I killed her；〃 she said。 The sparring was over and all our cards were on the table。 The decision was up to me。
Chapter 17
Well what else was there to do？ I hadn't e this far； getting myself shot； hashed on the head and well stomped； just to arrest her。 I mean I was going to arrest her； of course； but it was next to impossible in the center of the Count's stronghold。 Besides that； I wanted to find out a bit more about the Count's proposed uprising； since this would certainly e within the jurisdiction of the Special Corps 。If I was going to reenlist I had better bring along a few prizes to show my good intentions。
AnywayI wasn't so sure I wanted to reenlist。 It was a little hard to forget that scuttling charge they had tried to blow up under me。 The whole thing wasn't so simple。 There were a lot of things mixed up in this。 One fact being that I enjoyed Angelina and most of the time I was with her I forgot about those bodies floating in space。 They returned at night all right and chopped at my conscience； but I was always tired and went to sleep quickly before they could get through and bother me。
Life was a bed of roses； and I might as well enjoy it before the blossoms withered。 Watching Angelady at work was a distinct pleasure； and if you stood my back to the wall and made me swear； I would be forced to admit that I learned a thing or two from her。 Single…handedly she was organizing a revolution on a peaceful planetand it stood every chance of succeeding。 In my small way I helped。 The few times she mentioned a problem to me I had a ready answer and in all the cases she went along with my suggestions。 Of course I had never toppled governments before； but there are basic laws in crime as in everything else； and it is just a matter of application。 This didn't happen often。 Most of the time during those first few weeks I was a plain bodyguard； keeping a wary eye out for assassins。 This position had a certain ironical angle that appealed to me greatly。
However there was a serpent in our little Eden of Insurrection； and his name was Rdenrundt。 I never heard much； but from a word caught here and there I began to see that the Count wasn't really cut out to be a revolutionary。 The closer we came to the day the more pallid he became。 His little physical vices began to add up； and one day the whole thing came to a head。
Angelegant and the Count were in a business session and I sat in the anteroom outside。 I shamelessly eavesdropped whenever I could； and this time I had managed to leave the door open a crack after I had checked her into the room。 Careful manipulation with my toe opened it a bit more until I could hear a murmur of their voices。 An argument was progressing nicelythere were a lot of them at this timeand I could catch a word here and there。 The Count was shouting and it was obvious that he wouldn't give in on some simple and necessary piece of blackmail to advance the cause。 Then his tone changed and his voice dropped so I couldn't hear his words； strain as I might。 There was a saccharine wheedle and whine in his voice； and Angelina's answer was clear enough。 A loud and positive no。 His bellow brought me to my feet。
〃Why not？ It's always no now and I've had enough of it！〃
There was the sound of tearing cloth and something fell to the floor and broke。 I was through the door in a single bound。 For a brief instant I had a glimpse of a struggling tableau as he pulled at her。 Angelina's clothing was torn from one shoulder and his fingers were sunk into her arms like claws。 Clubbing my pistol I ran forward。 Angelina was a bit faster。 She pulled a bottle from the table and banged it into the side of his head with neat efficiency。 The Count dropped as if he had been shot。 She was pulling up her torn blouse when I came roaring to a halt。
〃Put the gun away。 Bentit's all over；〃 she said in a calm voice。 I did； but only after making sure the Count was really out； hoping an extra slam might be needed。 But she had done a good job。 When I stood up Angelina was already halfway out of the room and I had to run to catch up with her。 The only other thing she said was 〃Wait here；〃 when she steamed into her room。
It took no great power of divination to see that there was trouble ingif it hadn't already arrived。 When the Count came to with a busted head he would undoubtedly have some second thoughts about Angelina and revolutions。 I thought cm these and related subjects while I matched coins with the guards。 A few minutes later Angelina called me in。
A long robe covered her arms so the bruises he had made weren't visible。 Though outwardly posed there was a telltale glint in her eyes that meant she was doing a slow bum。 I spoke what was undoubtedly the uppermost thought in her mind。
〃Want me to fix it so the Count joins his noble ancestors in the family crypt？〃
She shook her head no。 〃He still has his uses。 I managed to control my temperso you had better hold yours。〃
〃Mine's in great shape。 But what makes you think you can still get work or cooperation out of him？ He's going to have an awful sore head when he es to。〃
Minor factors like this didn't bother her； she dismissed the thought with a wave of her hand。 ' I can still handle him and make him do whatever I wantwithin limits。 The limitations are his own natural abilities； which I didn't realize were so slight when I picked him to head this revolt。 I'm afraid his cowardice is slowly destroying any large hopes I might have had for him。 He will still have value as a figurehead and we must use him for that。 But the power and decisions must be ours。〃
I wasn't being slow； just wary。 I chewed around her statements from all sides before I answered。 〃Just what is this we and ours business？ Where do I fit in？〃
Angelilith leaned back in her chair and tossed a lock of her lovely golden hair to one side。 Her smile had about a two thousand…volt charge and was aimed at me。
〃I want you to e in with me on this thing；〃 she said with a voice rich as warm honey。 〃A partnership。 We'll keep the Count of Rdenrundt out in front until the plan succeeds。 Then eliminate him and go the rest of the way ourselves。 Do you agree？〃
〃Well；〃 I said。 Then with brilliant inspiration； 〃Well 。 。 。〃 again。 For the first time in a lifetime of verbal pyrotechnics I found the flow shut off。 I paced the room and pulled my scattered wits together。
〃I hate to look a gift rocket in the tubes；〃 I told her； 〃neverthelesswhy me？ A simple but hard working bodyguard； who will guard your person； labor for the cause and look forward to the restoration of his stolen lands and title。 How e the big jump from office boy to board chairman？〃
〃You know better than to ask that；〃 she said and smiled； and the temperature of the room rose ten degrees。 〃I think you can handle this job as well as I can； and enjoy doing it。 Working together； you and I will make this the cleanest revolt that ever took over a planet。 What do you say？〃
I was pacing behind her as she talked。 She stood up and took me by the arm； stilling my restless walking。 I could feel the warmth of her fingers burning through my thin shirt。 Her face was in front of me； smiling； and her voice pitched so low that I barely heard it。
〃It would be something； wouldn't it。 You and I 。 。 。 together。〃
Wouldn't it！ There are occasions when words can't say it all and your body speaks for you。 This was a time like that。 Without physical deliberation my arms were around her； pulling her to me； my mouth pushing down on hers。
For the briefest of instants she was the same； her arms tight on my shoulders； her lips alive。 Just for a sliver of time so brief that afterwards I couldn't be sure that I hadn't imagined it。 Then the warmth was suddenly drained away and everything was wrong。
She didn't fight me or attempt to push back。 But her lips were lifeless under mine and her eyes open； looking at me with a sterile emptiness。 She did nothing until I had dropped my arms and stepped away； then she seated herself stiffly in the chair again。
〃What's wrong？〃 I asked not trusting myself to say more。
〃A pretty faceis that all you think of？〃 she asked； and the words seemed pulled from her in sobs。 Expressing real emotions didn't e easily with her。 〃Are you men all alikeall the same…？〃
〃Nonsense！〃 I shouted； angered in spite of myself