her。 〃Are you men all alikeall the same…？〃
〃Nonsense！〃 I shouted； angered in spite of myself。 〃You wanted me to kiss youdon't deny it！ What changed your mind？〃
〃Would you want to kiss her？〃 Angelina screamed； torn by emotions I couldn't understand。 She pulled at a thin chain around her neck。 It snapped and she half threw it at me。 There was a tiny locket on the chain； still warm from her body。 It had an image enlarger in it； and when held at the right angle the picture inside could be seen clearly。 I had the chance for only a single glimpse at the girl in the photograph； then Angelina changed her mind and pulled it away； pushing me towards the door at the same time。 It slammed behind me and I heard the heavy safety bolts thud home。
Ignoring the guard's raised eyebrows I stamped down the hall to my own room。 My emotions had triumphed nicely over my powers of reason； and apparently Angelina's had toofor just an instant。 Yet I couldn't understand her cold withdrawal or the significance of the picture。 Why did she wear it？
I had only had a single glimpse of the contents but that was enough。 It was the photo of a young girl； a sister perhaps？ A tragic thing； one of those horrible proofs of the law of chance that an almost infinite number of binations are possible。 This girl was cursed with ugliness； that is the only way to describe it。 It was no single factor of a bent back； adenoidal jaw or protruding nose。 Instead it was the damning bination of traits that bined to form a single； repellent whole。 I didn't like it。 But what did it matter。。。。
I sat down suddenly with the clear realization that I was being incredibly stupid。 Angelina had given me a simple brief glimpse into the dark motivations that had made her； shaped her life。
Of course。 The girl in the picture was Angelina herself。
With this realization so many other things became clear。 Many times when looking at her I had wondered why that deadly mind should be housed in such an attractive package。 The answer was clearly that I wasn't looking at the original package that had shaped the mind。 To be a man and to be ugly is bad enough。 What must it feel like to a woman？ How do you live when mirrors are your enemies and people turn away rather than look at you？ How do you bear life when at the same time you are blessedor cursedwith a keen and intelligent mind that sees and is aware of everything； makes the inescapable conclusions and misses not the slightest hint of repulsion。
Some girls might mit suicide； but not Angelina。 I could guess what she had done。 Hating herself； loathing and detesting her world and the people on it； she would have had no punction about mitting a crime to gain the money she wanted。 Money for an operation to correct one of those imperfections。 Then more money for more operations。 Then someone who dared to stop her in this task； and the ease and perhaps pleasure with which she killed him。 The slow upward climb through crime and murderto beauty。 And during the climb the wonderful brain that had been housed in the illformed flesh had been warped and changed。
Poor Angelina。 I could be sorry for her without forgetting the ones she had killed。 Poor； tragic； a lone girl who in winning half the battle had lost the other half。 Purchased skill had shaped the body into a lovelytruthfully an angelicform。 Yet in succeeding； the strength of the mind that had acplished all this had been deformed until it had been made as ugly as the body had been in the beginning。
Yet if you could change a bodycouldn't you change a mind？ Could something be done for her？
The very pressure and magnitude of my thoughts drove me out of the small room and into the air。 It was nearing midnight and the guards would be stationed below and all the doors locked。 Rather than face the explanations and simple mechanical difficulties； I climbed upwards instead。 There would be no one in the roof gardens and walkways this time of night； I could be alone。
Freibur has no moon； but it was a clear night and the stars cast enough light to see by。 The roof guard saluted when I went by； and I could see the red spark of a cigarette in his hand。 I should have said something about it； but my mind was too occupied。 Passing on I turned a corner and stood leaning on the parapet； looking out unseeingly at the black bulk of the mountains。
Something kept gnawing for attention and after a few minutes I recognized what it was。 The guard。 He was there for a purpose and smoking on duty wasn't considered the best behavior for a sentry。 Perhaps I was being finicky； but it is a failing of mine。 Take care of all the small factors and the big ones take care of themselves。 In any case； simply thinking about it was bothering me； so I might as well go around and say a word to him。
He wasn't at his usual post； which was optimistic； at least he was making the rounds and keeping an eye on things。 I started to walk back when I noticed the broken flowers hanging from the edge of the garden。 This was most unusual because the roof gardens were the Count's special pleasure and were practically manicured daily。 Then I saw the dark patch in among the flowers and had the first intimation that something was very； very wrong。
It was the guard； and he was either dead or deeply unconscious。 I didn't bother to find out which。 There was only one reason I could think of for someone to be here at night like this。 Angelina。 Her loom was on the top floor； almost below this spot。 Silently I ran to the decorative railing and looked over。 Five meters below was the white patch of the balcony outside her window。 Something black and formless was crouched there。
My gun was in my room。 For one of the few times in my life I had been so disturbed that my normal precautions were forgotten。 My concern over Angelina was going to cost her her life。
All of this I realized in a fraction of a second as my fingers ran along the balustrade。 A shiny blob was fixed there； anchoring a strand so thin that it was invisible； yet I knew was as strong as a cable。 The assassin had lowered himself with web spinner； a tiny device that spun a thin strand like a spider。 Only the strand's substance was formed of a single long…chain molecule that could support a man's weight。 It would slice my hands like the sharpest blade if I tried to slide down it。
There was only one way I could reach that balcony； a tiny square above the two…kilometer drop into the valley below。 I made the decision even as I was leaping up onto the rail。 It had a wide flat top and I sat for an instant to catch my balance。 Below me the window swung open noiselessly and I dropped； my heels extended； aiming for the man below。
I turned in the air and instead of hitting him squarely I caromed off his shoulder and we both sprawled onto the balcony。 It shivered under the impact； but the ancient stone held。 The fall had half…stunned me； and with pain…blurred reasoning I hoped that his shoulder felt as bad as my leg。 For a few moments I could do nothing but gasp for breath and try to scramble towards him。 A long； thin bladed knife had been knocked from his hand by the impact and I could see it glittering where he reached for it。 His fingers clutched it just as I attacked。 He grunted and made a vicious stab at me that brushed my sleeve。 Before he could draw back I had his knife wrist in my hand and clamped on。
It was a silent； nightmare battle。 Both of us were half…dazed from my drop； yet we knew it was life we were battling for。 I couldn't stand because of my bruised leg and he was instantly on top of me； heavier and stronger。 He couldn't use the arm I had landed on； but it took all the strength of both my arms to hold away the menacing blade。 There was no sound other than our hoarse panting。
This assassin was going to win as weight and remorseless strength brought the knife down。 Sweat almost blinded me； but I could still see well enough to notice the twisted way his other arm hung。 I had broken a bone when I hityet he had never made a sound。
There is no such thing as fair fighting when you are struggling for your life。 I squirmed my leg out from under him and managed to bend it