"Please step inside and keep your hands in the air," he said quietly. "And don't make a fuss. This gun happens to kill people when it goes off." Lugert stepped back. Jack noticed the man didn't seem frightened and wondered whether it was because Lugert just didn't believe another man could possibly offer danger or because Lugert was without fear. He said, "I've killed three of your henchmen. I'm figuring on killing you, now. Speaker Karson is paying me to do it, Lugert." Quietly Lugert said, "Who are you? Where'd you come from?" "You can call me Jack. You don't know me." "I can see there's a toughness about you," Lugert said. "You're like me. I didn't think there were any others like me in the world. Where did Karson find you?" "In the past, Lugert. In yesterday. He dredged me up from the 20th-Century. There were lots like you and me then, Lugert." For the first time fear showed in Lugert's face. A driblet of perspiration snaked down the side of his fleshy jaw. Paler than he had been before, he said, "From the past? Then--then you can really kill me?" Jack nodded. "I'm going to. Karson's paying me 25 pounds of gold for it." "_Gold?_ But that stuff's worthless! You can find it anywhere. What do you want gold for?" "In my time," said Jack, "the stuff wasn't so common. It was worth plenty. Times change." A crafty glint showed in Lugert's eyes. "You're just a hired killer, then. A man without conscience. Suppose I offer you 30 pounds of gold not to kill me. Fifty pounds? A hundred?" The generator in Jack's arm twitched warningly. He knew Karson and Lorence were listening in. "No," he said. "There's no percentage in it. You don't have the time-net. You can't send me back to my own time. I'll stick with their offer." "No! Look, we can be partners! You're the kind of man I can get to like, Jack. We'll work together, you and me. Fifty-fifty! An even split!" Again the generator twitched. Jack sighed. "Sorry, Lugert. Can't do it. I made an agreement and I'm going to stick to it. I'm going to kill you." Sweat streamed down Lugert's face. "It's not fair," he said. "I had this world under my thumb--and then they had to find you somewhere! Why? Why'd they have to mess everything up?" "Sorry, Lugert. It's just a lousy break for you," Jack said emotionlessly. "This is the way it's gonna be." "No!" Lugert yelled. Jack raised the .38. Lugert threw up his hands as if to protect himself but Jack's finger tightened anyway. The gun went squirt! Lugert toppled heavily to the floor. He lay there on the heavy-pile rug, his blood spilling out and staining the brown carpet a deep red. Jack looked at him calmly. Then he turned and left the room. The floor was still empty. Quietly he got into the untended elevator, rode it to the lobby, and stepped out into the street. The whole job had taken 10 minutes. Ten minutes and four killings, and he hadn't even raised a sweat. * * * * *