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//-->The Project Gutenberg EBook of Heist Job on Thizar, by Gordon Randall GarrettThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and withalmost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away orre-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License includedwith this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.netTitle: Heist Job on ThizarAuthor: Gordon Randall GarrettIllustrator: Virgil FinlayRelease Date: April 10, 2008 [EBook #25028]Language: EnglishCharacter set encoding: ISO-8859-1*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK HEIST JOB ON THIZAR ***Produced by Greg Weeks, Stephen Blundell and the OnlineHEIST JOB ON THIZARBy RANDALL GARRETTIn the future, we may discover new planets; our ships may rocket to new worlds; robots may besmarter than people. But we'll still have slick characters willing and able to turn a fastbuck—even though they have to be smarter than Einstein to do it.ANSON DRAKE sat quietly in the Flamebird Room of the Royal Gandyll Hotel, listening to the alien,but soothing strains of the native orchestra and sipping a drink. He knew perfectly well that he had nobusiness displaying himself in public on the planet Thizar; there were influential Thizarians who held nolove for a certain Earthman named Anson Drake.It didn't particularly bother Drake; life was danger and danger was life to him, and Anson Drake wasknown on half a hundred planets as a man who could take care of himself.Even so, he wouldn't have bothered to come if it had not been for the fact that Viron Belgezad was apompous braggart.Belgezad had already suffered at the hands of Anson Drake. Some years before, a narcotics gang hadbeen smashed high, wide, and handsome on Thizar. Three men had died from an overdose of their ownthionite drug, and fifty thousand credits of illicit gain had vanished into nowhere. The Thizarian policedidn't know who had done the job, and they didn't know who had financed the ring.But Belgezad knew that Anson Drake was the former, and Drake knew that Viron Belgezad was thelatter. And each one was waiting his chance to get the other.A week before, Drake had been relaxing happily on a beach on Seladon II, twelve light-years fromThizar, reading a newsfax. He had become interested in an article which told of the sentencing of acertain lady to seven years in Seladon Prison, when his attention was attracted by another headline.VIRON BELGEZAD BUYS ALGOL NECKLACEThizar (GNS)—Viron Belgezad, wealthy Thizarian financier, has purchased the fabulous Necklace ofAlgol, it was announced today. The necklace, made of matched Star Diamonds, is estimated to be worthmore than a million credits, although the price paid by Belgezad is not known.The coronation on Thizar was a thing of vast magnificence.Such an interesting bit seemed worthy of further investigation, so Drake had immediately booked passageon the first space liner to Thizar.And thus it was that an immaculately dressed, broad-shouldered, handsome young man sat quietly in theFlamebird Room of Thizar's flushiest hostelry surveying his surroundings with steady green eyes andwondering how he was going to get his hands on the Necklace of Algol.The police couldn't touch Belgezad, but Anson Drake could—and would."Hello, Drake," said a cold voice at his elbow.Drake turned and looked up into the sardonically smiling face of Jomis Dobigel, the heavy-set,dark-faced Thizarian who worked with Belgezad."Well, well," Anson said, smiling, "if it isn't Little Bo-Peep. How is the dope business? And how is theBig Dope Himself?"Dobigel's smile soured. "You're very funny, Earthman. But we don't like Earthmen here.""Do sit down, Dobbie, and tell me all about it. The last I heard—which was three hours ago—thegovernment of Thizar was perfectly happy to have me here. In fact, they were good enough to stamp mypassport to prove it."Dobigel pulled out a chair and sat down, keeping his hands beneath the table. "What are you doing here,Drake?" he asked in a cold voice."I couldn't help it," Drake said blandly. "I was drawn back by the memory of the natural beauties of yourplanet. The very thought of the fat, flabby face of old Belgezad, decorated with a bulbous nose that isrenowned throughout the Galaxy, was irresistible. So here I am."Dobigel's dark face grew even darker. "I know you, Drake. And I know why you're here. Tomorrow isthe date for the Coronation of His Serenity, the Shan of Thizar.""True," Drake agreed. "And I wouldn't miss it for all the loot in Andromeda. A celebration like that isworth traveling parsecs to see."Dobigel leaned across the table. "Belgezad is a Noble of the Realm," he said slowly. "He'll be at theCoronation. You know he's going to wear the Necklace of Algol as well as anyone, and you—"Suddenly, he leaned forward a little farther, his right hand stabbing out toward Drake's leg beneath thetable.But Anson Drake was ready for him. Dobigel's hand was a full three inches from Drake's thigh when aset of fingers grasped his wrist in a viselike hold. Steely fingers bit in, pressing nerves against bone. Witha gasp, Dobigel opened his hand. A small, metallic cylinder dropped out.Drake caught it with his free hand and smiled. "That's impolite, Dobbie. It isn't proper to try to give yourhost an injection when he doesn't want it."Casually, he put the cylinder against the arm which he still held and squeezed the little metal tube. Therewas a faintpop!Drake released the arm and handed back the cylinder. Dobigel's face was white."I imagine that was twelve-hour poison," Drake said kindly. "If you hurry, old Belgezad will give you theantidote. It will be painful, but—" He shrugged."And by the way, Brother Dobigel," he continued, "let me give you some advice. The next time you try toget near a victim with one of those things, don't do it by talking to him about things he already knows. Itdoesn't distract him enough."Dobigel stood up, his fists clenched. "I'll get you for this, Drake." Then he turned and stalked off throughthe crowd.No one had noticed the little by-play. Drake smiled seraphically and finished his drink. Dobigel was goingto be uncomfortable for a while. Twelve-hour poison was a complex protein substance that could bevaried in several thousand different ways, and only an antidote made from the right variation would workfor each poison. If the antidote wasn't given, the victim died within twelve hours. And even if the antidotewas given, getting over poison wasn't any fun at all.Reflecting happily on the plight of Jomis Dobigel, Anson Drake paid his bill, tipped the waiter liberally,and strolled out of the Flamebird Room and into the lobby of the Royal Gandyll Hotel. The Coronationwould begin early tomorrow, and he didn't want to miss the beginning of it. The Shan's Coronation wastheaffair of Thizar.He went over to the robot newsvender and dropped a coin in the slot. The reproducer hummed, and afreshly-printed newsfax dropped out.He headed for the lift tube, which whisked him up to his room on the eighty-first floor. He inserted hiskey in the lock and pressed the button on the tip. The electronic lock opened, and the door slid into thewall. Before entering, Drake took a look at the detector on his wrist. There was no sign of anythinghaving entered the room since he had left it. Only then did he go inside.With one of the most powerful financiers on Thizar out after his blood, there was no way of knowingwhat might happen, and therefore no reason to take chances.There were some worlds where Anson Drake would no more have stayed in a public hotel than hewould have jumped into an atomic furnace, especially if his enemy was a man as influential as Belgezad.But Thizar was a civilized and reasonably well policed planet; the police were honest and the courts werejust. Even Belgezad couldn't do anything openly.Drake locked his door, sang to himself in a pleasant baritone while he bathed, put on his pajamas, andlay down on his bed to read the paper.It was mostly full of Coronation news. Noble So-and-So would wear such-and-such, the Archbishopwould do thus-and-so. There was another item about Belgezad; his daughter was ill and would be unableto attend.Bloody shame,thought Drake.Too bad Belgezad isn't sick—or dying.There was further mention of the Necklace of Algol; it was second only to the Crown Jewels of the Shanhimself. The precautions being taken were fantastic; at a quick guess, about half the crowd would bepolicemen.The door announcer chimed. Drake sat up and punched the door TV. The screen showed the face of agirl standing at his door. Drake smiled in appreciation. She had dark brown hair, brown eyes, and asmooth, tanned complexion. It was a beautiful face, and it showed promise of having a body to match."Who, may I ask, is calling on a gentleman at this ungodly hour, and thus compromising her reputationand fair name?"The girl smiled, showing even, white teeth, and her eyes sparkled, showing flickers of little golden flamesagainst the brown. "I see I've found the right room," she said. "That voice couldn't belong to anyone butAnson Drake." Then she lowered her voice and said softly: "Let me in. I'm Norma Knight."Drake felt a tingle of psychic electricity flow over his skin; there was a promise of danger and excitementin the air. Norma Knight was known throughout this whole sector of the Galaxy as the cleverest jewelthief the human race had ever spawned. Drake had never met her, but he had definitely heard of her.He touched the admission stud, and the door slid silently aside. There was no doubt about it, her bodydidmatch her face."Do come in, Norma," he said.She stepped inside, and Drake touched the closing button. The door slid shut behind her.She stood there for a moment, looking at him, and Drake took the opportunity to study the girl moreclosely. At last, she said: "So you're Anson Drake. You're even better looking than I'd heard you were.Congratulations.""I have a good press agent," Drake said modestly. "What's on your mind?" He waved his hand at anearby chair."The same thing that's on yours, I suspect," she said. "Do you have a drink to spare?"Drake unlimbered himself from the bed, selected a bottle from the menu and dialed. The robot bellhopwhirred, a chute opened in the wall, and a bottle slid out. Drake poured, handed the tumbler to the girl,and said: "This is your party; what do you have in mind?"The girl took a sip of her drink before she answered. Then she looked up at Drake with her deep browneyes. "Two things. One: I have no intention or desire to compete with Anson Drake for the Necklace ofAlgol. Both of us might end up in jail with nothing for our pains."Two: I have a foolproof method for getting the necklace, but none for getting it off the planet. I think youprobably have a way."Drake nodded. "I dare say I could swing it. How does it happen that you don't have an avenue ofdisposal planned?"She looked bleak for a moment. "The man who was to help me decided to back out at the last minute.He didn't know what the job was, and I wouldn't tell him because I didn't trust him.""And you trust me?"Her eyes were very trustful. "I've heard a lot about you, Drake, and I happen to know you neverdoublecross anyone unless they doublecross you first.""Trade about is fair play, to quote an ancient maxim," Drake said, grinning. "And I am a firm believer infair play.
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