lly.

"You're too smart for your own britches, egghead," Crowley snarled. He
looked at his watch. "Let's get this rolling. I got to get on down to
the city and start this caper going."

Ross handed a test tube to Dr. Braun and began stripping the gloves from
his hands. "That's my contribution," he said.

Patricia had already delivered hers. Dr. Braun combined them, then
heated the compound, adding a distillate of his own. He said, "When this
cools...."

Crowley crossed the room to the door and said something to the guard
there. He returned in a moment with an anthropoid ape in a cage. He sat
it on the table and looked at them.

"O.K.," he said to Braun, his voice dangerous. "Let's see you inject the
monk with this new batch of serum."

Braun raised his eyebrows.

The other watched him narrowly, saying nothing further.

Dr. Braun shrugged, located a hypodermic needle and prepared it. In a
matter of moments, the animal was injected.

Ross Wooley said sourly, "Don't you trust your fellow man, Don?"

"No, I don't, and stop calling me Don. It's Dan. Daniel Crowley."

The three of them looked at him in bewilderment.

The ape was beginning to shimmer as though he was being seen through a
window wet with driving rain.

"Don's my goody-goody brother. Used to live in the same house with me,
but ever since we were kids and I got picked up on a juvenile delinquent
rap for swiping a car, he's been snotty. Anyway, now he's moved out to
Frisco."

Patricia blurted, "But ... but you let us believe you were Donald...."

He brushed it off with a flick of his hand. "You said you had some deal
where I could make me some money. O.K., I was between jobs."

The ape was invisible now. Crowley peered in at him. "Seems to work, all
right."

Dr. Braun sighed. "I am not a Borgia, Daniel Crowley."

"You're not a what?"

"Never mind. I wouldn't poison even you, if that is what you feared."

Daniel Crowley took up the new container of serum and put a lid on it.
He said, "I got to get going. The guy out in front will get you back to
your rooms. No tricks with him, Buster"--he was talking directly to
Ross--"he's already beat a couple of homicide raps."

* * * * *

Back in their cell-rooms, they found that there was but one guard.
Evidently, the all-out robbery attempt to be held this night involved
practically all of Larry Morazzoni's forces. Beyond that, this guard did
not seem particularly int