The shot was her answer. Searing pain tore through my upper arm. I clapped my hand over the wound, watched the blood ooze from between my fingers.

“The phone,” he said.

She placed the call, never taking her eyes off me. She was calm and composed although quite pale.

“James diGriz. Yes, I know that he is in a meeting. Tell him that it is his mother calling and it is an emergency. Of course you can interrupt him. What do you mean it is as much as your job is worth? Young lady, if you don’t call him now I will personally come down there and tear your eyes out.”

She waited. Cold and silent. She had never talked like this to anyone before. Although she was icy calm outside, I knew that she was screaming inside.

“Yes, James, most important…”

“Tell him to be ready to make the following transfer of funds to my bank.’’

“I have some instructions for you. Chaise is here with a rather large gun and, for reasons I can’t go into now, I know that he will use it. He wants you transfer some funds…”

It all happened at once. A single loud explosion and there was suddenly a great hole blown in the hall door. Chaise jumped, the gun muzzle wavered.

I was diving towards him as Angelina threw the phone and her purse at him, at the gun.

He fired just once before I had him by the wrist with my blood-soaked hand. The gun went off, again and again, plaster rained down from the ceiling. Then he screamed in pain as Angelina’s sharp shoeheels ground down on his arm. Wakened by the noise Gloriana came hurtling into the room and began chewing on his ankle.

The scream was muffled by James’s arm around his neck, pulling him backwards. While his hand twisted the gun from Kaia’s limp fingers.

In scant seconds the scene had changed completely. James had launched himself in through the ruined door. He now held the gun and twisted his foot on the back of the neck of the writhing figure on the floor. Gloriana had had enough chewing, he must have tasted fairly repulsive, and was wiping her snout on the rug. Angelina pulled me gently back onto the sofa and dug her thumb hard into the pressure point on my arm to stop the flow of blood that was dripping from my fingertips. She had the telephone in her other hand and was talking with great calmness. “Everything is fine, Bolivar. James is here and took care of the intruder. We’ll call you back in a few minutes.”

“How did you know?” I asked James.

“That transceiver in your ear. It’s still working fine. I came here the second I heard his voice. I didn’t alert you. I thought that surprise was the best option in this emergency.”

“It was,” Angelina said. “After you hush that thing you are standing on, would you be so kind as to get me a sheet from the bed?”

The single cry of pain gurgled away into silence.

“Yeah team,” I said. It came out rather feebly. Angelina touched my face delicately with her free hand.

“Don’t worry, darling. Everything is going to be all right now.”

Surprisingly enough she was right. James tore the sheet into strips and Angelina made a tourniquet to stop the flow of blood.

“I’ll help you into the bedroom,” he said. “It is going to be busy around here pretty soon.”

“Don’t need any help,” I said as I leaned on his strong arm, walked slowly out of the room. Gloriana trotted in after us. The bed was soft. Angelina bandaged the wound which was now beginning to throb and ache. “You need some antibiotic and a painkiller.”

“There’s a bottle of painkiller in the bar outside, which will do until the real stuff comes around.”

Loud voices sounded from the other room. When she went out she opened the door quickly then closed it behind her. She was back in a moment with glass and welcome bottle.

“Not too much,” she said.

“Never,” I said, knocking back a quick one. “What’s up?”

“Lots of excitement. The house detective showed up and James told him to alert the police and get the doctor on call. Said that Chaise had broken in and tried to rob us. All the blood was caused by the wound on the burglar’s leg.” I knew better than to ask how that had happened. “The people in the room above us sounded the alarm when the shot came through floor. Fortunately missed them. The fire department was here but we sent them away. I’ll get some better painkiller from the doctor when he arrives. Meanwhile, be a dear and put Bolivar into the picture.”

“Right, good as done.” A few more sips while I was waiting for him to come to the phone. He sounded worried.

“Don’t be. We had an armed intruder, who is no longer armed and I am sure very sorry that he intruded. James tool him out.”

“Who was it?”

“Chaise, would you believe it? Somehow he followed u here.”

“Impossible. We have an undercover agent in his bank. HE has been there since yesterday, he has never left.”

“But…” I was at a loss for words. Luckily Bolivar was still in possession of his wits.

“There must be two Kaizis! That would explain a lot o things. Could be twins, like Bolivar and me. I have to go now I must get back to destroying the economy. Keep me in touch.”

Angelina came in and carefully closed the door behind her cutting off the sound of even more voices. “Police, an insurance investigator, the doctor-I bribed him to get these-anc even Puissanto has shown up.”

“Chaise is still in the bank-yet he is lying on the floor out there.”

“Lift your arm.” She shook antibiotic onto the wound.

“Bolivar thinks that there are two Kaizis.”

“Very possible. That would explain how he put me into that cell while he was working on you back here. I always thought that there was something suspicious about him.”

“Suspicious? Like his being twins? You never told me!”

“Just feminine intuition. I was waiting to make sure.” She tied the compression bandage around the wound, then held the ultrasound injector against my forearm. It blasted painkiller through my skin; everything became quite rosy quite soon. I frowned as she took the bottle and glass away. I was relaxing in the golden glow when the door opened again and she came back in. Only it wasn’t her but the muscle-bound figure of Puissanto instead.

“Got yourself into quite a bit of trouble,” he said. Looking at the bandage and the blood on my clothes.

“A flesh wound. You should have seen the other guy.”

“I have. A good job. But his career is just about at an end. He and his brother’s.”

“Twins?”

“No. This one’s the older brother. He had a little surgery to make them look alike. It helps them in their interstellar con games. We in GIT have been after them for tax evasion for a long time. I’m glad you finally smoked them out.”

“What’s going to happen to them?”

“A lot. My department of Galactic Tax Inspection has been working closely with the local tax authorities and the police. Their simple-minded brother in the hospital has already been fingered for assisting in the murder of a worker named Iba. Igor will get medical and psychiatric treatment. But the wounded brother in the next room goes down for murder. No death sentence on Fetorr. But a life sentence here really does mean life.”

“Two down and one to go.”

“They want the other Chaise on this planet for bank robbery-Igor’s confession will help there. They’ll put him in the slammer for a good long time for that crime alone. If he ever gets out they will turn him over to us for sentencing for interstellar tax evasion.”

“Well done,” I said as he turned to leave. “The good guys seem to have won. But what about that wanted criminal who has been in all the papers? The superthief, the Stainless Steel Rat?”

He turned back. “The feeling among the honest police and there are very few of them-seems to be that he was pretty well framed by Chaise. They would like to interview him, and they still have some charges outstanding against him. But, unhappily, it has been reported that he fled the planet and is now in hiding well beyond their jurisdiction.” He rooted in his pocket, took something out. “Anyway-they never had much evidence.” He threw it onto the bed and left.