The guard frowned at Jack's strange language, shrugged, and sent him on in. He passed rapidly through the lobby and reached the elevator.
A guard inside the elevator wanted to know where he was going. "I'm from Speaker Karson," he said. "I have an urgent message to deliver to Lugert."
The guard held out his hand. "Let's have it. I'll take it up to him; the boss doesn't like to meet strangers."
Smiling coldly, Jack fumbled in his pocket and withdrew the .38. It fired once; the silencer muffled the sound down to a squirt! A neat hole appeared in the elevator operator's head.
Still smiling, Jack pressed Eight and waited for the door to close.
Three minutes and two killings later he stood outside the office of Lugert himself. The elevator was clear, now, and the floor was empty of henchmen. That would make the getaway easier, Jack thought.
He knocked.
"Who's there?" a voice growled.
"Mr. Lugert?"