ubby prison cell wondering if the plan has worked or if there is a weak link in the chain of logic。
Should I crack out of this pokey？ That shouldn't be hard to do； but it had better be saved for a last resort。 Once out I would have to stay undercover and there would be no chance of her contacting me。 That was why I was gnawing my way through all my fingernails。 The next move was up to Angelina； all I could do was wait。 I only hoped that she would gather the right conclusions from all the violent evidence I had supplied。
After a week I was stir…crazy。 The Royal Attorney never came back and there was no talk of a trial or sentencing。 I had presented them with an annoying problem； and they must have been scratching their heads feebly over it and hoping I would go away。 I almost did。 Getting out of this backwoods jail would have been simplicity itself。 But I was waiting for a message from my deadly love。 I toyed with the possibilities of the things she might do。 Perhaps arrange pressure through the court to have me freed？ Or smuggle in a file and a note to see if I could break out on my own？ This second possibility appealed to me most and I shredded my bread every time it arrived to see if anything had been baked into it。 There was nothing。
On the eighth day Angelina made her play； in the most forthright manner of her own。 It was night； but something unaccustomed woke me up。 Listening produced no answers； so I slipped over to the barred opening in the door and saw a roost attractive sight at the end of the hall。 The night guard was sprawled on the floor and a burly masked figure dressed pletely in black stood over him with a cosh in one meaty hand。 Another stranger； dressed like the first； came up and they dragged the guard further along the hall towards me。 One of them rummaged in his waist wallet and produced a scrap of red cloth that he put between the guard's limp fingers。 Then they turned towards my cell and I moved back out of sight； climbing noiselessly into bed。
A key grated in the lock and the lights came on。 I sat up blinking； giving a fine imitation of a man waking up。
〃Who's there？ What do you want？〃 I asked。
〃Up quickly； and get dressed； Diebstall。 You're getting out of here。〃 This was the first thug I had seen； the blackjack still hanging from his hand。 I sagged my jaw a bit； then leaped out of bed with my back to the wall。
〃Assassins！〃 l hissed。 〃So that's vile King Villy's bright idea； is it？ Going to put a rope around my neck and swear I hung myself？ Well e onbut don't think it will be easy！〃
〃Don't be an idiot！〃 the man whispered。 〃And shut the big mouth。 We're here to get you out。 We're friends。'' Two more men； dressed the same way； pushed in behind him； and I had a glimpse of a fourth one in the hall。
〃Friends！〃 I shouted。 〃Murderers is more like it！ You'll pay dearly for this crime。〃
The fourth man； still in the hall； whispered something and they charged me。 I wanted a better glimpse of the boss。 He was a small manif he was a man。 His clothes were loose and bulky； and there was a stocking mask over his entire head。 Angelina would be just about that tall。 But before I could get a better look the thugs were on me。 I kicked one in the stomach and ducked away。 This was fighting barroom style and they had all the advantages。 Without shoes or a weapon I didn't stand a chance； and they weren't afraid to use their coshes。 I tried hard not to smile with victory as they worked me over。
Only reluctantly did I allow myself to be dragged to the place where I wanted to go。
Chapter 16
Because the pounding on the head had only made me groggy； one of them broke a sleep capsule under my nose and that was that for a while。 So of course I had no idea of how far we had traveled or where on Freibur I was。 They must have given me the antidote because the next thing I saw was a scrawny type with a hypodermic injector in his hand。 He was peeling back my eyelid to look and I slapped his hand away。
〃Going to torture me before you kill me； swine！〃 I said； remembering the role I had to play。
〃Don't worry about that；〃 a deep voice said behind me； 〃you are among friends。 People who can understand your irritation with the present regime。〃
This voice wasn't much like Angelina's。 Neither was the burly； sour…faced owner。 The medic slid out and left us alone； and I wondered if the plan had slipped up somewhere。 Iron…jaw with the beady eyes had a familiar lookI recognized him as one of the Freiburian nobility。 I had memorized the lot and looking at his ugly face I dredged up a mnemonic。 A midget painted bright red。
〃RdenrundtThe Count of Rdenrundt；〃 I said； trying to remember what else I had read about him。 ' I might believe you were telling me the truth if you weren't his Highness's first cousin。 I find it hard to consider that you would steal a man from the royal jail for your own purposes。。。〃
〃It's not important what you believe；〃 he snapped angrily。 He had a short fuse and it took him a moment to get his temper back under control。 〃Villelm may be my cousinthat doesn't mean I think he is the perfect ruler for our planet。 You talked a lot about your claims to higher rank and the fact that you had been cheated。 Did you mean that？ Or are you just another parlor windbag？ Think well before you answeryou may be mitting yourself。 There may be other people who feel as you do； that there is change in the wind。〃
Impulsive； enthusiastic； that was me。 Loyal friend and deadly enemy and just solid guts when it came to a fight。 Jumping forward I grabbed his hand and pumped it。
〃If you are telling me the truth； then you have a man at your side who will go the whole course。 If you are lying to me and this is some trick of the King'swell then。 Count； be ready to fight！〃
〃No need to fight；〃 he said； extracting his hand with some difficulty from my clutch。 〃Not between us at least。 We have a difficult course ahead of us； and we must learn to rely upon each other。〃 He cracked his knuckles and looked glumly out the window。 〃I sincerely hope that I will be able to rely on you。 Freibur is a far different world from the one our ancestors ruled。 The League has sapped the fight from our people。 There are none I can really rely on。〃
〃There's nothing wrong with the bunch who took me out of my cell。 They seemed to do the job well enough。〃
〃Muscle！〃 he spat； and pressed a button on the arm of his chair。 〃Thugs with heads of solid stone。 I can hire all of those I need。 What I need are men who can leadhelp me to lead Freibur into its rightful future。〃
I didn't mention the man who led the muscle the previous night； the one who had stayed in the corridor。 K Rdenrundt wasn't going to talk about Angelina I certainly couldn't bring up the topic。 Since be wanted brain not brawn； I decided to give him a little。
〃Did you dream up the torn piece of uniform left in the guard's hand in the prison？ That was a good touch。〃
His eyes narrowed a bit when he turned to look at me。 〃You're quite observant。 Bent；〃 he said。
〃A matter of training；〃 I told him； trying to be both unassuming and positive at the same time。 〃There was this piece of red cloth with a button in the guard's hand； like something he had grabbed in a struggle。 Yet all of the men I saw were dressed only in black。 Perhaps a bit of misdirection 。 。 。〃
〃With each passing moment I'm getting happier that you have joined me；〃 he said； and showed me all of his ragged teeth in an expression he must have thought was a grin。 〃The Old Duke's men wear red livery； as you undoubtedly know 。 。 。〃
〃And the Old Duke is the strongest supporter of Villelm IX；〃 I finished for him。 〃It wouldn't hurt in the slightest if he had a falling out with the King。〃
〃Not the slightest；〃 Rdenrundt echoed； and showed me all of his teeth again。 I was beginning to dislike him intensely。 If this was the front man Angelina had picked for her operation； then he was undoubtedly the best one for the job on the planet。 But he was such a puffed…up crumb； with barely enough imagination to appreciate the ideas Angelina was feeding him。 Yet I imagine he had the money and