"Don't be silly. Who's going to stop me?" "I am." She leaned more heavily on George's arm, and she looked up at him with her big round eyes. "No you're not." "No? How are you going to get back unless I help you?" "You'll help me. I'll leave some of these jewels here with you. Name any three items and they're yours." Myra suggested, "That brooch, and that--" "Shut up," said George. Narka frowned. "Are you going to let him talk to you like that?" Myra looked at George. "Y-yes," she said. "But please stop holding on to his arm like that. If George says you take all those things back where they belong, then you'd better do it. I--I think George knows best." "He does," Arl assured his wife. "You shut up, Arl. I'll attend to you later." Narka made no move to release George's arm. She leaned closer to him and stood on her tiptoes. Then she kissed him. George liked it--he liked it a lot. This Narka was quite a girl, even if she was a crook. "Now, George," she said, "send us back." "No." George pulled his arm away, and Narka was leaning over so far that she almost fell. "Hah," Myra said. Narka smiled. "Arl," she said, "pick up the jewelry, and we'll get started." "How can we get started if George won't send us back?" "Just be quiet and pick up the jewelry." * * * * * Obediently, Arl went about the room, gathering the treasures in his arms. It took a few minutes, and George stood by patiently, smiling. Finally, arms full, Arl nodded to his wife. "That's all, dear." Narka looked at George. "Now, send us back." George shrugged. "I said no, and I wasn't kidding. You take all that jewelry back where it belongs, and I'll send you back. Not before." For a long moment, Narka looked at him. "You know," she said, "I think I will get you in trouble. Yes, I think I will. You definitely deserve it." The apartment was on the fourth floor, near the corner. Narka strode to the window and opened it. Behind her, George looked out. Down on the corner directing traffic was a cop. "He's a law officer, isn't he?" Narka demanded. George nodded, and before he could stop her, Narka took two brooches and a necklace from the pile in Arl's arms, called to the policeman, and, when she had caught his attention, threw the jewelry down to him. "Oh, no...." Myra moaned. George shut the window. In a few minutes the policeman would be in the room. He'd see a room full of jewelry, and he'd receive reports of all the thefts in the past few minutes, the incredible number of thefts in so short a space of time, and though he would not know how it was done, he would blame George. He would definitely blame George. A few minutes.... "You shouldn't have done that," George said. Narka stuck her tongue out at him. It was very unladylike, even less queen-like. "No?" "No." George reached out and pulled Narka to him. He saw the look of triumph on her face. "George," she said coyly.