Narka smiled. "Arl," she said, "pick up the jewelry, and we'll get started."
"How can we get started if George won't send us back?"
"Just be quiet and pick up the jewelry."
Obediently, Arl went about the room, gathering the treasures in his arms. It took a few minutes, and George stood by patiently, smiling. Finally, arms full, Arl nodded to his wife. "That's all, dear."
Narka looked at George. "Now, send us back."
George shrugged. "I said no, and I wasn't kidding. You take all that jewelry back where it belongs, and I'll send you back. Not before."
For a long moment, Narka looked at him. "You know," she said, "I think I will get you in trouble. Yes, I think I will. You definitely deserve it."
The apartment was on the fourth floor, near the corner. Narka strode to the window and opened it. Behind her, George looked out. Down on the corner directing traffic was a cop.
"He's a law officer, isn't he?" Narka demanded.