Thirty thousand pounds of gold!
Zanco had owed me a 30,000-credit bribe for all the hospital supplies I ordered. That meant that they had paid what must have been a professional price for the metal, a credit a pound. They used a lot of gold in cello-logical items because it did not tarnish and so did not poison cells. Well, that was all to my benefit: and it was a straight professional deal.
There was a law forbidding the export of metals that would upset the currencies of primitive worlds which was why the Apparatus had never done this on the Earth base. But if they were willing to overlook that, so was I.
I seized a scrap of paper off the littered floor and began to calculate.
The 30,000 pounds on Voltar would weigh about 25,000 pounds on Earth. That was 300,000 Troy ounces.
Gold had shot up lately. It was running around $850 an ounce. It had been that years ago and then had dropped but now inflation had caught up with it again. It would go higher, not lower.
I calculated further. I gasped. That was $255,000, – 000.00!
GODS!
I could pay off the credit card companies!
I wouldn't lose the villa. The staff wouldn't be sold into slavery. I wouldn't be sold into slavery.
More! With that much money, I could wheel and deal and wangle and get anything done to Heller and Krak that I wanted!
WOW!
It didn't even make any difference if she was using my credit card!
Who the Hells cared?
WOW! WOW!
I could buy that bulletproof limousine!
I could buy and sell anybody I wanted to!
Utanc even would fawn on me!
Oh, a gorgeous world was really opening up!
WOW! WOW!! WOW!!!
But wait.
Thirty thousand pounds of gold!
That was 12 1/2Earth TONS!
I couldn't even get a truck to carry it!
I could not hide it or bury it.
Keeping gold lying around meant its loss, as I had just so harshly experienced.
Ye Gods, I couldn't even get it out of the hangar!
No wonder Bolz had told me I was on my own.
My problem was I HAD TOO MUCH GOLD!
I briefly toyed with the idea of just accepting a little bit. But that was unthinkable. I could not abandon even a shadow of that beautiful metal.
Wait. I had to think!
The mistake I had made before was trying to hold on to it. I must not make that same mistake again!
If I turned up in Istanbul with that much gold, they'd investigate me to bits. My cunning plan of local buying through the Pahalt General Merchandising Emporium that I had set up earlier couldn't account for any amount like this. I doubted that there was this much gold reserve in the whole Turkish National Bank!
Yet, I had to convert it. Despite my overwhelming love of it, I had to convert it into ready cash before somebody turned it into lead and paint. But where? And how?
The only place they would accept gold with no questions, under their new laws, was Switzerland. But there were lots of borders to cross between here and there!
Borders? "Border-jumper." The line-jumper!
But that meant letting the Antimancos in on it. It meant dangling gold in front of a crew of pirates! They would kill anyone for a fraction of that much wealth.
How was I going to do this? How could I fool Stabb?
I had to make this work!
My life depended upon it utterly.
No matter the risk, I was going to handle this.
But Gods, did I need an idea!
No sooner prayed for than received! Instant service from the celestial realm!
Like a bolt from the blue, the idea struck!
All weariness was forgotten. The glow of the gold had entered into my soul. The yellow energy of it coursed like precious perfume through my nerves and lent power to my limbs.
Oh, but there were going to be some changes now!
I rushed down the ladders of the Blixo and leaped outside the battered ship. I sped to the guard office and grabbed the domestic telephone. I called the taxi driver.
"It's too early," he said sleepily. "What's the rush?"
"Money," I said.
"You got some?" he said, wide awake.
"Beyond your wildest dreams."
"I'll be right down instantly."
Oh, that proved it. There were really going to be some changes now.
He arrived with a screech of brakes that turned him halfway round.
"Follow that hospital!" I said.
He got it. As fast as that engine could turn, we churned the road to the entrance door.
I leaped out. I rushed right by Reception. I sped down the hall.
I burst into Prahd's room.
"Oh, NO!" screamed Nurse Bildirjin. "Not you!"
I gave a short barking laugh. Oh, but there were going to be some changes made!
"Prahd," I said, "you have a duty to perform."
"And then my pay starts," he said.
"You will do as you are told," I said.
I had the plan all worked out. The first of it was to get the Antimancos out of the way for the whole day. Oh, yes, I had the control star. But I wasn't taking any chances. I didn't need a line-jumper run by Antimancos in a hypnotic trance or shocked senseless with electric jolts. This gold was too precious to risk.
"I am going to bring a five-man crew here in the next few minutes," I said. "You are going to inoculate them against epizootics."
"There is no such disease," said Prahd.
"Then invent it," I snapped. "And while you are inoculating them, you are going to discover they have rabies. And all day long you are going to retain them here in a ward and under no circumstances let them go back to the base until I give the word."
"It would only take an hour to cure rabies," said Prahd.
"Then invent a cure that takes all day!" I snarled.
"And then my pay starts," said Prahd.
(Bleep) him, he was at THAT again! Didn't the idiot realize that he was officially dead? I couldn't start his pay without it appearing on the books that he was still alive.
"You will do what you are told!" I shouted.
"But it's hardly dawn, yet," he said.
"Well, Rome wasn't built in a day!" I howled at him.
I rushed out. It occurred to me he wouldn't do it. I rushed back. "If you don't, I'll burn the hospital down!"
That made it a sure thing. The hospital was nothing to me. I could get no money out of it. He could see I meant it. He raised his hands defensively and nodded wildly. "I'll do it!"
I raced back out to the cab.
We went shrieking down the road to the barracks. "Wait there," I said.
I ran down the tunnel.
I streaked across the hangar. I flashed up the passageway to the crew's quarters. I burst into the Antimancos' room.
Five blastguns were centered on me instantly. Unintimidated, I shouted, "On your feet, all of you, and fast!"
They lay right there in their bunks, sighting down the barrels of their blastguns.
"Captain Stabb!" I barked. "Come out in the hall. A matter of gravest urgency has reared its head."
Grumbling, he followed me out.
In a highly conspiratorial tone, I said, "Stabb, things are about to move. We are going to execute the greatest robbery this planet has ever heard of!"
Oh, man, did his pointed ears pick up! The triangular head moved close to me. The beady, close-set eyes came flaming alive. "Is this some trick?"
"Gods, no," I lied. "I cannot tell you any details now but it is a haul that will make pirate history!"
"It's about time," he said.
"Oh, but you're going to see a big change now," I said. "Move fast. We have to undertake a preparatory action. There's an epidemic raging in the area where we are going to make the first move. Get your whole crew over to the hospital at once to be inoculated. The taxi is waiting outside!"
"What is this plan?" he said.
"I will give you the details when you come back," I said. "Get going now."