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billion-dollar trust, draw up a new will leaving Twoey the entire estate, and Heller would give
Rockecenter the patents and a portion of the oil empire that Heller now controlled.
With the smile of a snake, Rockecenter agreed and the documents were signed-then the snake struck!
When the brief scuffle was over, Rockecenter's attorney Bury lay unconscious on the floor and a
weaponless Heller was surrounded by army troops.
Rockecenter scooped up the papers that now gave him complete control and put them into a huge
steel suitcase. He turned to a major general whose squad had its weapons turned on Heller and
Izzy.
"General," said Rockecenter, "hold this riffraff until I return. Then, as we will be at war, we'll
have work for a firing squad."
What? Has Heller lost everything?
Fear not! I, Monte Pennwell, Voltar's first, only and greatest investigative reporter, have the
story!
Chapter 1
Rockecenter grabbed his hat and picked up the heavy case. He stepped over to Bury behind the couch
and gave him a kick. "Whether you're dead or not, your usefulness is ended. Now I'm off to
Philadelphia to handle another one of your foul-ups."
Rockecenter went to the French doors, closed them behind him and shouted up the drive, "Bring my
car and get a tank for protection!"
The general gave a signal. Two soldiers seized Izzy, pinning his arms back and looking around for
something to tie him with.
Two more soldiers grabbed Twoey and after a brief struggle had him on the floor.
The general made a gesture toward Heller.
Rockecenter's car had arrived and Rockecenter went down the steps to it, but he stood there
looking up the road.
The soldiers started to grab Heller's arms. "Oh, he didn't mean me!" said Heller. "I'm his son."
"What?" said the general.
"Yes, it's a fact," said Heller. "He just meant these two fellows here."
Both Izzy and Twoey looked at Heller, stunned.
The general stepped toward the French doors as though to go after Rockecenter and ask. But
Rockecenter had now climbed into his car and it began to roll.
From where Heller stood he could see through the glass of the French doors that Rockecenter's car
had pulled up again and stopped. He hoped the general would not see that.
"Well, see here," said the general, "I'll have to have proof, and more than some phony I.D.!"
"Ah," said Heller. "You just grab the phone on that desk and ask for Emergency FBI, Washington,
D.C. You just ask for agents Stupewitz and Maulin."
Heller crossed his fingers. Those agents were the first ones he had had contact with on his
original arrival in the United States last fall. He had never heard of them or from them since.
The general moved to the desk, his back to the door. If he turned around he would be able to see
the limousine. It was waiting for a tank, apparently, for tank engines were roaring outside.
The general got his connection. He asked for agent Stupewitz or Maulin. He waited. Then he said,
"Agent Stupewitz? This is General Flood, New York National Guard. We've got a fellow here that
says he's Rockecenter's son.... Yes, I'll describe him. He's about six foot two, slender, blond
hair, blue eyes, probably about eighteen...." He put his hand over the mouthpiece, "What is your
name supposed to be?"
"Delbert John Rockecenter, Junior," said Jet. He could see the tank in place in front of the car.
A sergeant was standing by the officer in the turret, pointing at a map.
The general said into the phone, "He says his name is Delbert John Rockecenter, Junior.... I'm
calling from Pokantickle Hills, the Rockecenter home...."
He suddenly shoved the instrument at Heller. "He wants to talk to you to verify your voice."
Heller took the phone. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched the tank and limousine. He wished
they'd get moving. "Hello, Agent Stupewitz, sir," said Heller. "I just wanted to remind you that
we never got a tombstone for Mary Schmeck."
"JUNIOR! Hey, Maulin, it's Junior! Grab the other phone!"
"Hello, Junior," said Maulin. "I'm glad you called. Did you know we never even heard from Bury!"
"Not a squeak!" said Stupewitz.
"How horrible!" said Heller. "It's a good thing that you told me. I'm of age now and there's a lot
of inheritance around...."
Both agents laughed agreeably.
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