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“Because I have no one else to turn to, Mister Yale,” Wally replied with his carefully thought-out answer. Again, Yale took a long while to reply. “I see. And why would you want this someone to be killed? Your wife’s cheating with this someone?” “No, no.” Wally pulled his hands out of his pockets and crossed them on his chest. “No. It’s someone who’s very dangerous. It’s someone who’s a threat to world peace.” Slowly it started, but Frankie Yale’s laugh filled the warehouse by the time it started to subside. “‘A threat to world peace.’ You’re a work, Mister Bayer.” “Please don’t ask me anything more, Mister Yale. I feel very strongly that this person needs to be eliminated. He’s the one person on this planet that Mankind’s better off without. He’s a danger to everyone.” “Okay, okay, Mister Bayer. Who is this person? Your local tax assessor?” “Adolf Hitler,” Wally replied to the darkness. Now the man on the other side of the light stopped making any noise at all, and stood stock still with both hands in his pockets. “That’s a very tall order, Mister Bayer. A prominent politician in a foreign country.” “It can be done. He’s not in power yet, so he doesn’t have any troops guarding him, and Germany’s in chaos right now, so someone would just think it was one of his rivals—” “I didn’t say it couldn’t be done, Mister Bayer,” Yale interjected. “I just said it would be a very tall order. And tall orders cost money, as I’m sure you’re aware—” “I’m willing to pay the price. Within reason.” |