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e closer we came to the day the more pallid he became。 His little physical vices began to add up； and one day the whole thing came to a head。
Angelegant and the Count were in a business session and I sat in the anteroom outside。 I shamelessly eavesdropped whenever I could； and this time I had managed to leave the door open a crack after I had checked her into the room。 Careful manipulation with my toe opened it a bit more until I could hear a murmur of their voices。 An argument was progressing nicelythere were a lot of them at this timeand I could catch a word here and there。 The Count was shouting and it was obvious that he wouldn't give in on some simple and necessary piece of blackmail to advance the cause。 Then his tone changed and his voice dropped so I couldn't hear his words； strain as I might。 There was a saccharine wheedle and whine in his voice； and Angelina's answer was clear enough。 A loud and positive no。 His bellow brought me to my feet。
〃Why not？ It's always no now and I've had enough of it！〃
There was the sound of tearing cloth and something fell to the floor and broke。 I was through the door in a single bound。 For a brief instant I had a glimpse of a struggling tableau as he pulled at her。 Angelina's clothing was torn from one shoulder and his fingers were sunk into her arms like claws。 Clubbing my pistol I ran forward。 Angelina was a bit faster。 She pulled a bottle from the table and banged it into the side of his head with neat efficiency。 The Count dropped as if he had been shot。 She was pulling up her torn blouse when I came roaring to a halt。
〃Put the gun away。 Bentit's all over；〃 she said in a calm voice。 I did； but only after making sure the Count was really out； hoping an extra slam might be needed。 But she had done a good job。 When I stood up Angelina was already halfway out of the room and I had to run to catch up with her。 The only other thing she said was 〃Wait here；〃 when she steamed into her room。
It took no great power of divination to see that there was trouble ingif it hadn't already arrived。 When the Count came to with a busted head he would undoubtedly have some second thoughts about Angelina and revolutions。 I thought cm these and related subjects while I matched coins with the guards。 A few minutes later Angelina called me in。
A long robe covered her arms so the bruises he had made weren't visible。 Though outwardly posed there was a telltale glint in her eyes that meant she was doing a slow bum。 I spoke what was undoubtedly the uppermost thought in her mind。
〃Want me to fix it so the Count joins his noble ancestors in the family crypt？〃
She shook her head no。 〃He still has his uses。 I managed to control my temperso you had better hold yours。〃
〃Mine's in great shape。 But what makes you think you can still get work or cooperation out of him？ He's going to have an awful sore head when he es to。〃
Minor factors like this didn't bother her； she dismissed the thought with a wave of her hand。 ' I can still handle him and make him do whatever I wantwithin limits。 The limitations are his own natural abilities； which I didn't realize were so slight when I picked him to head this revolt。 I'm afraid his cowardice is slowly destroying any large hopes I might have had for him。 He will still have value as a figurehead and we must use him for that。 But the power and decisions must be ours。〃
I wasn't being slow； just wary。 I chewed around her statements from all sides before I answered。 〃Just what is this we and ours business？ Where do I fit in？〃
Angelilith leaned back in her chair and tossed a lock of her lovely golden hair to one side。 Her smile had about a two thousand…volt charge and was aimed at me。
〃I want you to e in with me on this thing；〃 she said with a voice rich as warm honey。 〃A partnership。 We'll keep the Count of Rdenrundt out in front until the plan succeeds。 Then eliminate him and go the rest of the way ourselves。 Do you agree？〃
〃Well；〃 I said。 Then with brilliant inspiration； 〃Well 。 。 。〃 again。 For the first time in a lifetime of verbal pyrotechnics I found the flow shut off。 I paced the room and pulled my scattered wits together。
〃I hate to look a gift rocket in the tubes；〃 I told her； 〃neverthelesswhy me？ A simple but hard working bodyguard； who will guard your person； labor for the cause and look forward to the restoration of his stolen lands and title。 How e the big jump from office boy to board chairman？〃
〃You know better than to ask that；〃 she said and smiled； and the temperature of the room rose ten degrees。 〃I think you can handle this job as well as I can； and enjoy doing it。 Working together； you and I will make this the cleanest revolt that ever took over a planet。 What do you say？〃
I was pacing behind her as she talked。 She stood up and took me by the arm； stilling my restless walking。 I could feel the warmth of her fingers burning through my thin shirt。 Her face was in front of me； smiling； and her voice pitched so low that I barely heard it。
〃It would be something； wouldn't it。 You and I 。 。 。 together。〃
Wouldn't it！ There are occasions when words can't say it all and your body speaks for you。 This was a time like that。 Without physical deliberation my arms were around her； pulling her to me； my mouth pushing down on hers。
For the briefest of instants she was the same； her arms tight on my shoulders； her lips alive。 Just for a sliver of time so brief that afterwards I couldn't be sure that I hadn't imagined it。 Then the warmth was suddenly drained away and everything was wrong。
She didn't fight me or attempt to push back。 But her lips were lifeless under mine and her eyes open； looking at me with a sterile emptiness。 She did nothing until I had dropped my arms and stepped away； then she seated herself stiffly in the chair again。
〃What's wrong？〃 I asked not trusting myself to say more。
〃A pretty faceis that all you think of？〃 she asked； and the words seemed pulled from her in sobs。 Expressing real emotions didn't e easily with 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 b