The Crown Jewels
“He was on a knoll about half a mile from Countess Anastasia’s residence; by cracking open one eye he could look down across the back of the manse and the rear portico with its double row of pillars that overlooked the smooth expanse of the croquet court, a court surrounded by a grove of low, red-fruited kibble trees. Through the longfinders he carried, Kuusinen could see the back windows and occasional dim figures, usually robots, moving behind them. (From his comfortable position he couldn’t s...ee the boarded-up front window behind which Amalia Jensen languished in her well-fed exile, but then he was new at the art of surveillance.) His flier was parked out of sight on the reverse slope of his knoll.
There hadn’t been much to see since morning; only the Countess playing croquet with Baron Sinn. By putting his longfinders on maximum amplification, Kuusinen could see they both carried pistols as well as mallets. He watched long enough to note that the Countess was a furious and competitive player.MoreLess
There hadn’t been much to see since morning; only the Countess playing croquet with Baron Sinn. By putting his longfinders on maximum amplification, Kuusinen could see they both carried pistols as well as mallets. He watched long enough to note that the Countess was a furious and competitive player.MoreLess
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