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This is the police! I controlled myself. Just a moment, I called, as calmly as I could. I ll open the door in a moment. I m dressing. The knocking stopped. pg.. I wanted to plead with them, but I could make no sound. I drew up my legs and turned to my side, to cover myself as well as I might. One of the men touched me. The other uttered a brief sound, abrupt. The other man turned away. The sound had been a word, doubtless of negation. I did not know the language. The men had not ransacked the penthouse. The paintings remained on the walls, the oriental rugs on the floors. Nothing was touched. I saw the man who had turned away, who seemed to be a subordinate, remove what appeared to be a fountain pen from a leather holder in his pocket. He unscrewed it, and I was startled. It was a syringe. I shook my head wildly, no! He entered the needle on my right side, in the back between my waist and hip. It was painful. I felt no ill effects. I watched him replace the syringe in its holder, and the holder in his inside jacket pocket. The larger man looked at his watch. He spoke this time in English to the smaller man, he who had had the syringe. The larger man spoke with a definite accent, but I could not place the accent. We will return after midnight, he said, It will be easier then. We can reach point P in five hours with less traffic. And I have other business to attend to this evening. All right, said the smaller man. We ll be ready then clothing valet | Links to this post | clothing valetPosted by aglykI j med the cigarette down into the ashtray and went to the bathroom to shower. I tied my hair up and slipped off the peignoir and slid back the door of the shower, and stepped inside. Soon I was luxuriating in the warm water of the shower. It was a good day, a warm, lazy, lazy day. I stood there for some minutes, head back, eyes closed, letting the warm water run over my body. They I picked up the soap and began to soap my body. As my fingers applied the soap to my left thigh, I was pg. suddenly startled. There was something there, that I had never before touched clothing valetPosted by aglykThe doors were locked. The house was empty, and the patio on the terrace. My heart was beating wildly. But I was elated. I ran to the wardrobe to dress, to leave the house and summon the police. Just as I reached the wardrobe there was a heavy, firm knocking on the door. I turned, grasping the knife. The knocking was repeated, more insistently. Open the door, commanded a voice. This is the police. I almost fainted with relief. I ran toward the door, still holding the knife. At the door I stopped, clutching the knife, terrified. I had not called the police. In the penthouse it was not likely anyone had heard me scre . I had not tried to signal anyone when I had found the phones had been destroyed. I had only wanted to escape. Whoever was on the other side of that door could not be the police. The knocking repeated again. My head sw . Then the knocking bec e even louder. Open the door! I heard. Open the door. This is the police! I controlled myself. Just a moment, I called, as calmly as I could. I ll open the door in a moment. I m dressing. The knocking stopped. pg. No! I cried to myself. No! I turned away from the window and, stealthily, made my way to the door to the living room, which was slightly ajar. I summoned all my courage, and opened the door slightly more. I almost fainted with relief. The knife lay where I had left it. On the satin sheet I struggled to move the knife, with my mouth and the back of my head, toward my bound hands. It was a painful, frustrating task, but inch by quarter inch, I moved it downward. Once it fell to the floor and inwardly I cried out with anguish
clothing valetPosted by dodoMy intelligence, it seems to me, was good, but even when my work seemed to me inferior, it was rated highly, as indeed, was that of my sorority sisters. Our parents were wealthy and substantial grants to the schools and colleges were often made following our graduations. Also, I had never found men, and many of my instructors were such, hard to please.. I was failed in one course, in French. My instructor in this case was a woman clothing valetPosted by huanI looked at the dials at the top of the elevator doors. There were two that were already rising, one at the seventh floor and one at the ninth. I could not have called them! I moaned. I turned and ran toward the stairs. I stopped at the height of the stairs. Far below, on the steel reinforced, broad cement stairs, ringing hollowly in the shaft, I heard the footsteps of two men, climbing. I ran back to the elevators. One stopped at my floor, the twenty fourth. I stood with my back presses against the wall. A man and his wife stepped out. I gasped and fled past them. They looked at me strangely as I pushed at the main floor button As the door on my elevator closed, I heard the door of the adjoining elevator open. Through the crack of the closing door I saw the backs of two men, in the uniforms of police. Slowly, slowly the elevator descended. It stopped on four pg. floors. I stood in the back of the elevator, while three couples and another man, with an attache case, entered clothing valet | Links to this post | clothing valet clothing valetPosted by dodoI did not know what might be within it. I had a small revolver. I had never fired it. I though of it only now. I leaped to my feet and darted to the large triple chest at the side of the room. I plunged my hand beneath scarves and slips in the drawer and felt the handle. I cried with joy. I looked at the weapon, disbelievingly. I could not even sob, or moan. I simply could not understand what had happened. Most of the weapon was a shapeless lump of metal. It was almost as if it were a piece of melted, steel chocolate clothing valetPosted by kateWe will return after midnight, he said, It will be easier then. We can reach point P in five hours with less traffic. And I have other business to attend to this evening. All right, said the smaller man. We ll be ready then. There had not been the slightest trace of an accent in the smaller man s response.. He perhaps had difficulty following the natural speech of the other. But when the other had spoken to him, curtly, in the strange tongue, he had obeyed, and promptly. I gathered he feared the larger man. The room began to grow a bit dark at the edges. The larger man c e behind me and felt the pulse of one of my bound wrists. pg clothing valetPosted by bobI did not understand him. You might be beaten for it, he said. I could not understand. Let us say simply, he said, that we will return after midnight. Through the mouth hole in the mask I saw his lips twist into a smile. His eyes, too, seemed to smile. Then, he said, you will be drugged again. And then, he added, you will be crated for shi ent. pg. He left the room.. I awakened in the bed, still bound. It was dark. I could hear the noises of the city s night traffic through the door open to the patio and terrace. Through the open curtains I could see the tens of thousands of bright rectangles of windows, many of them still illuminated. The bed was drenched in sweat. I had no idea of the time. I knew only it was night. I rolled over to see the alarm clock on the vanity, but the face had been turned to one side. I struggled with my bonds, wildly. I must free myself! But after a few precious minutes of futile struggle I lay bound as perfectly as I had been earlier in the afternoon. Then suddenly new swear broke out on my body. The knife! Before the men had burst into the penthouse I had thrust it beneath the pillow. I rolled on to my side and, bound, lifted the pillow away with my teeth. I almost fainted with relief. The knife lay where I had left it clothing valet | Links to this post | Copyright © 2007 Inc. All rights reserved. |
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