"Would you like that?" I asked and dropped a thick wad of fresh bank
notes on the table. "And that--and that--" I followed with two more
bundles. The bottle slipped from his loose fingers and fell to the
floor while his eyes bulged out further and further as if they were
on pistons. I added a few more bundles to the pile until I had his
undivided attention.
It really didn't take much discussion. Once he had assured himself that
I really meant to go through with the proposition it was just a matter
of settling the details. The money had an instantly sobering effect
on him, and though he had a tendency to twitch and vibrate there was
nothing wrong with his reasoning powers.
"Just one last problem," I said as I started to leave. "What about the
worthy Zina--are you going to tell her about this?"
"You crazy?" Vulff asked with undisguised surprise.
"I suppose that means you won't tell her. Since only you and I are
going to know about this operation, how are you going to explain your
absence or where the money has come from?"
This was even more shocking to him. "Explain? To _her_? She isn't
going to see either me or the money once I leave here. Which will be no
more than ten minutes from now."
"I see," I said, and I did. I also thought it was rather uncharitable
of him since the unlucky Zina had been supporting him by practicing a
trade that most women shun. I made a mental note to see what could be
done to even the score a little. In the future though. Right now I had
to see to the dissolution of James Bolivar diGriz.
Sparing no expense I ordered all the surgical and operating room
equipment that Vulff could suggest. Whenever possible I bought
robot-controlled devices since he would be working alone. Everything
was loaded in a heavy carrier rented for the occasion and we drove out
to the house in the country together. Neither of us would trust the
other out of his sight which was of course understandable. Financial
payments were the hardest to arrange since the pure-hearted Dr. Vulff
was sure I would bash in his skull and take back all of my money once
the job was finished--never realizing of course that as long as there
were banks I would never be broke. The safeguards were finally arranged
to his satisfaction and we began our solitary and important business.
The house was lonely and self contained, perched on the cliff above a
far reach of the lake. What fresh food we needed was delivered once a
week, along with the mail which consisted of drugs and other medical
supplies. The operations began.
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