"You'll help me. I'll leave some of these jewels here with you. Name any three items and they're yours."
Myra suggested, "That brooch, and that—"
"Shut up," said George.
Narka frowned. "Are you going to let him talk to you like that?"
Myra looked at George. "Y-yes," she said. "But please stop holding on to his arm like that. If George says you take all those things back where they belong, then you'd better do it. I—I think George knows best."
"He does," Arl assured his wife.
"You shut up, Arl. I'll attend to you later." Narka made no move to release George's arm. She leaned closer to him and stood on her tiptoes. Then she kissed him. George liked it—he liked it a lot. This Narka was quite a girl, even if she was a crook.
"Now, George," she said, "send us back."
"No." George pulled his arm away, and Narka was leaning over so far that she almost fell.
"Hah," Myra said.