“The cry wouldn’t even get past the door of the vault,” Arbuthnot informed him.
“Then we won’t waste time on that,” Max said. “We can go directly to the last resort-a screaming, kicking tantrum.”
“That won’t do any good, either,” Arbuthnot told him. “That vault was built to withstand any force-dynamite, earthquakes, or the steady erosion of cellular structure caused by vibration.” He motioned to Max and 99 with the gun. “Inside the vault, please.”
A KAOS assassin opened the door of the vault, then Max and 99 entered. With only two of them inside, the vault was fairly roomy.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Arbuthnot chuckled.
“Just a min-”
But Arbuthnot refused to listen. He signalled and a KAOS assassin slammed the door shut.
The interior of the vault was totally dark.
“Oh, Max!” 99 wailed. “What are we going to do?”
“I don’t know, 99,” Max said disgustedly. “That’s what I wanted to talk to Arbuthnot about. He told us not to do anything he wouldn’t do. But I’m not sure what that includes. If we’d only got to know him better, so that we could have noted some of his idiosyncrasies and crotchets. Then, with a better knowledge of his personality, we’d be able to make a more educated guess as to what he would do and wouldn’t do.”
“Max,” 99 said, “I have the feeling that we got well enough acquainted with Arbuthnot to know that the only thing he wouldn’t do is sleep in the same bed as a germ.”
“That gives us a pret-ty wide leeway, 99. Because I got a glimpse of the interior of this vault before that KAOS assassin closed the door, and, although it’s well equipped with empty shelves, the one thing it doesn’t have is a bed. Keeping that in mind, I think we can use any means of escape we can work out without running the risk of offending our host.”
“Max! Why should we worry about offending Arbuthnot?”
“99, after all, this vault is a gift!”
“But, Max, for heaven’s-”
99 and Max were suddenly shoved against opposite walls of the vault.
“Max-what happened!” 99 cried.
“I can only guess, 99,” Max replied. “What I do know, though, is that there is a large hairy body between us. And it has. . let me see. . two rather long ears. . and one, two, three, four legs. . and a tail that-”
“Hee-haw!”
“Sorry about that,” Max apologized. To 99, he said, “I think it’s a mule. In this darkness, I can’t be positive, of course, but indications are that Madame DuBarry has reappeared-and just when we didn’t need her most.”
“Max. . I can hardly move. .”
“Madame,” Max said to the mule, “you could be a lot more help if you went back to the saloon and continued to look for that secret panel that leads to the secret passageway to the wine cellar. If we don’t find that Coolidge-head penny and signal the Chief, these KAOS assassins will get away.”
“And, incidentally, we’ll die in this vault,” 99 added.
“Let’s not worry about that, 99,” Max said. “I don’t think we’ll have any trouble getting out of the vault. The only reason I haven’t broken out, so far, is that I want to be sure the KAOS assassins aren’t still hanging around.”
“Max!” 99 said, delighted. “You mean you really know how we can get out of here?”
“It’s as simple as one-two-three, 99,” he replied. “Or, at least, it will be as soon as we get rid of this mule. Madame DuBarry, would you mind moving over a step? You’re standing on my foot.”
“Hee-haw!”
“What did he say, Max?”
“He said I started it-I stood on his foot first.”
“Max, tell him to leave.”
“He’s a guest, 99.”
“I don’t care. Our lives depend on it. You said you can’t get us out of here until he leaves. If he’s any kind of a friend at all, he’ll vamoose.”
“Hee-haw!”
“What did he say, Max?”
“Do you want all of the details or just the gist of it?”
“The gist will do.”
“He said it’s not that simple, 99. He has the same trouble with disappearing and reappearing as the old prospector has. He says he was gone the whole winter of ’61, too. And, what was worse, he says, while the old prospector got to spend that winter in Miami Beach, he, Madame DuBarry, spent it in an abandoned igloo on a runaway ice floe in the Bering Strait.”
“Max. . he said all that with ‘Hee-haw?’ ”
“It’s the inflection he puts on the ‘haw’ that does it 99.”
99 sighed wearily. “Max, why don’t you try to get us out of here even though the mule is in with us? If your plan is as simple as one-two-three, what difference will it make whether the mule is here or not?”
“Quite a bit of difference, 99,” Max replied. “Because, my plan is to count ‘one-two-three’ and then run and throw my weight against the door of the vault. And it’s next to impossible to run and throw your weight against the door of a vault when you’re pinned against the wall by a mule.”
“Oh, Max!” 99 moaned. “You mean that’s really your plan? To break down the door of the vault by throwing your weight against it? Max, that won’t do any good at all. Didn’t you hear what Arbuthnot said? He said this vault could withstand the force of dynamite and an earthquake and severe vibration and almost anything!”
“I heard him, 99. And he probably thought he was being entirely truthful. Just because he’s an assassin, that doesn’t mean he’s a fibber, too. Some of history’s most honest men have had other flaws in their characters. So, in all fairness, let’s not assume that Arbuthnot was lying. Let’s just assume that he made a hasty judgment.”
“Meaning what, Max?”
“99, I have no doubt at all that when this vault was constructed it was built to withstand the force of dynamite, an earthquake or severe vibration or almost anything. But, 99, this vault, now, is centuries old.”
“A century is a hundred years, Max.”
“Decades old?”
“That’s more like it, Max. But, I don’t see- Oh. You mean you think it’s not as strong as it used to be?”
“Did you see the hinges on that door, 99? I could pry those hinges off with a toothpick. All I have to do is throw my weight against that door once and it will go flying right out of the bank. Now, if Madame DuBarry would just leave, so I could back off and get a good running start. .”
“Max. . I have sort of an idea. . Madame DuBarry is facing the back of the vault. So, that means his heels are near the door.”
“Which heels, 99? He has four, you know.”
“His hind heels, Max. In other words, his kicking heels. So, why can’t he kick down the door for us?”
“99, that’s an excellent idea. Frankly, it’s the kind of idea I usually get. Now, let’s see what the mule thinks of it. Madame DuBarry, an idea has just occurred to me. Suppose-”
“Hee-haw!”
“What did he say, Max?”
“In addition to the crack about people who try to take credit for other people’s ideas, you mean? Well, he said it’s an excellent idea. And he’s going to- He’s doing it now, 99!”
“Yes. . I can- Oh, Max!”
“It could happen to anybody, 99. His timing was off, that’s all.”
“I felt him rear up to kick, and then-poof!”
“I just hope he didn’t end up on that runaway ice floe in the Bering Strait again,” Max said. “His disappearance won’t hamper us any, though, 99. Now, I have room to back off and get that running start and knock that door down. I’ll just get down here at this far end. .”
“Careful, Max. .”
“Stay flattened against the wall, 99,” Max said. “I can’t see you in this darkness, and I don’t want to run into you.”
“I’m out of the way, Max.”
“Then. . here I go! One-two-three-!”
A second later there was a thud. Then si
lence.
“Max? Max. . are you all right? Max. . where are you, Max?”
“I–I-I–I’m st-t-t-t-t-ill here, 9-9-9-9-9.”
“Max, why do you sound so strange?”
“I–I-I–I’m st-t-t-t-t-ill vibrat-t-t-t-t-ing, 99.”
“I guess the door isn’t as weak as it looks, right, Max?”
“Right, 99,” Max replied. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t break it down. I’ll just have to keep charging it, that’s all. A few more times and those hinges will snap and that door will go flying. All right. . stay back against the wall, 99. I’m going to try it again.”
“Max, maybe you better not.”
“Don’t stop me when I’m winning, 99. One-two-three-go!”
A second passed, then the thud was heard once more.
“Max?”
“If at first you don’t succeed, so forth and so forth and so forth, 99. Just stay back out of the way. One-two-three-Go!”
Thud!
“One. . uh, two. . three-Go!”
Thud!
“One. . one and a half. . two. . two and a half. . two and three quarters. . three-go.”
Thud.
“Max?”
“99. . I’d rather not discuss it. I’m broken in body and spirit.”
“You just need a rest, Max. Take time out, then try it again.”
“Yes. . I’ll just lean against the back of the-”
There was a crash. Light suddenly flooded into the vault. Blinking, 99 saw Max lying outside on the floor, on top of the rear wall.
“Max. . what happened?” she asked, baffled.
“When I leaned against the back wall of the vault, 99, it fell out. The whole vault, apparently, is about to crumble.”
“Except for the hinges,” 99 said.
“Except for the hinges,” Max nodded, rising. He looked around. “Well, there are no KAOS assassins hanging around. So, I guess we can get back to the saloon and look for that Coolidge-head penny.” He headed for the door. “Come on, 99. Let’s get over to the saloon and find that penny before this seminar ends and all those KAOS assassins get away.”
“Right behind you, Max!”
Max reached the door-and abruptly halted. 99 crashed into him.
“Max!”
“Back, 99!” he said. He retreated, then peeked out the doorway. “Talk about terrible luck!” he said. “Look! All the KAOS assassins are trooping into the saloon!”
“Yes!” 99 groaned. “I wonder why they’re going in there?”
“Arbuthnot is probably going to instruct them on How to Cheat at Poker While Assassinating the Bartender,” Max said.
“That’s the last of the assassins-they’re all inside the saloon,” 99 said. “What shall we do now, Max?”
“Somehow, we have to get them out of there, so we can search for the secret panel that leads to the secret passageway that leads to the wine cellar, where we can begin looking for the Coolidge-head penny.”
“Max. . have you noticed how complicated this is getting?”
“I don’t know why that surprises you, 99. It was bound to get more and more complicated. I’m surprised, frankly, that it isn’t more complicated than it is.”
“Why is that, Max?”
“Well, you know what they say. The best things are the simple things. So, the worst things must be the complicated things. And what could be worse than this?”
“I see what you mean, Max.”
“Let’s sneak up on the saloon and listen at one of the windows,” Max said. “Maybe we’ll hear something that will give us an idea how we can get those assassins out of there.” Cautiously, he moved out the door. “Quiet, 99,” he warned. “Don’t make a sound.” He halted. “And, Madame DuBarry, if you’re with us, that goes for you, too.”
“Hee-Haw!” a familiar voice responded.
“Shhhhhhhhh!”
Silently, Max, 99, and possibly the mule, slipped out of the bank and crossed the dusty street to the saloon. When they reached a window, Max and 99 bent low, keeping out of sight, and listened. Madame DuBarry, if he was present, had no need to bend down.
Arbuthnot was telling the other assassins how pleased he was with the way they had responded to instruction.
“I’ll be honest with you,” he said. “When I first took a look at you, I said to myself, ‘What a bunch of dumbheads!’ But I was wrong. Each one of you is an individual. You’re not a ‘bunch’ to me any more. You’re all dumb in your own stupid personal way.”
“The typical farewell address,” Max said, bored. “We’re not going to learn anything here, 99.”
“Shhhhh-just listen, Max.”
“But, dumb as you are, with me as your professor, you had to learn something,” Arbuthnot went on. “I venture to say that from now on you’ll all think twice before you pick up a weapon to go out to assassinate somebody. You’ll remember what I told you about germs. The phrase ‘kill, kill, kill’ will now have an added meaning. Before you assassinate the victim, you’ll assassinate those dirty germs! And you’ll all be better assassins for it-not to mention your victims, who will die the right way-by knife, gun or poison-instead of by accident from getting your dirty, filthy old germs!”
“Well, maybe not completely typical,” Max said. “But, even so, 99, we’re not learning anything that can help us. Let’s get out of here before we’re spotted.”
“All right, Max.”
They crept away and returned to the bank.
“Did you think of anything, Max?” 99 asked. “How are we going to get them out of the saloon?”
“I’m sorry, 99, but I wasn’t thinking about that at all,” Max replied. “The truth is, my mind was wandering. That always happens to me when I listen to speeches. I was listening to Franklin D. Roosevelt in December, 1941, when he announced that the Japanese had attacked Pearl Harbor, but I didn’t find out about it until January, 1942, at a New Year’s Eve party. While he was announcing Pearl Harbor, I was thinking about maraschino cherries. I was calculating exactly how long it would take a maraschino cherry weighing one ounce to sink one inch into a mound of whipped cream six inches high if the whipped cream had a stable consistency of- Well, anyway, you probably get the idea.”
“Max, what were you thinking about while you were supposed to be listening to Arbuthnot’s farewell speech?”
“I was thinking that probably the reason why we didn’t find that secret panel that led to the secret passageway that led to the wine cellar that the Coolidge-head penny dropped into was because there isn’t any secret panel that leads to a secret passageway that leads to- Well, anyway, you probably get the idea.”
“But, Max, we saw the cellar. And we saw the Coolidge-head penny. At least, you said we saw them.”
“We did see the penny, 99,” Max nodded. “But I was mistaken about the cellar, I think. I think what we really saw was the lost gold mine.”
“Max, I don’t understand.”
“99, where is a mine?”
“Where is-a yours? Max, I don’t even-a know-a where-a mine is, let-a alone-a yours.”
“You’re very good on dialect, 99. But what I meant was, where are mines usually located?”
“Oh. Underground, Max.”
“Right. So, what was it we saw when we looked down that crack in the floor? We saw the mine tunnel. That explains why we couldn’t find the secret panel that led to the secret passageway that led to the wine cellar. No secret panel, no secret passageway, and no wine cellar. Only a mine tunnel. And that’s where the Coolidge-head penny is.”
“Then we ought to be searching the mine!”
“Right again, 99.”
“Of course!” 99 said. “Why didn’t we think of that before!”
“I don’t know about you, 99,” Max replied, leading the way from the bank, “but the reason I didn’t think of it was because Arbuthnot hadn’t got around to giving his farewell speech yet.”
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Max and 99 started up the dusty street toward the
mine. But after they had gone a few steps, Max halted. “We’re making the same mistake we made last time,” he said to 99, pointing to the tracks they were leaving in the dust. “When Arbuthnot and those other assassins came out of the saloon, they’ll see our tracks and follow us up to the mine.”
“I don’t see how we can help but leave tracks, Max,” 99 said. “There’s dust all around.”
“Only on the ground,” Max said. “Not inside the buildings, and not on the roofs.”
“Well. . I suppose not, but-”
“Just follow me,” Max said.
With 99 right behind him, Max entered the bakery. He ducked down and crawled into the old open fireplace, then, with excruciating slowness, he made his way up to the inside of the chimney. When he reached the roof he reached down and gave 99 a hand, helping her out.
“Max. .” she panted, “I never thought I’d make it. Is this really necessary?”
“This is only the beginning, 99.”
Max crossed to the edge of the roof. The roof of the next building, the jail, was several yards away. He retreated, then got a running start and leaped off the bakery roof and-with the tips of his fingers-caught hold of the drain pipe alone the edge of the jail roof. Summoning all his strength, Max pulled himself up, finally reaching the roof over the jail.
“Jump, 99!” he called.
“Max, I’ll never make it!”
“It’s the only way! Jump!”
99 backed away, then ran toward the edge of the bakery roof and jumped. She missed the edge of the jail roof-and the hands Max was holding out to her-by at least a foot, and plummeted to the ground, landing, fortunately, in a soft pile of dust.
“Oh, Max. . I’m sorry. .” 99 called up.
“You’re forgiven, 99. Now, back into the bakery, and back up the chimney, and try it again. If at first you don’t succeed, try-”
“Max, are you going into the jail?”
“No, 99. I’m going to cross to the roof of the lumber yard, then, by plank, make my way to the barber shop. Having retained the plank, I will then proceed to the roof of the bakery, reaching it by climbing handover-hand up the treacherous incline formed by extending the plank from the lower window of the barber shop to the upper gutter of the bakery roof. From the roof, I will drop down the chimney.”
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