The Stainless Steel Rat eBook Collection by Harry Harrison Page B

Tongoese neck twist produces instant unconsciousness when the rotation reaches 46 degrees from full front. I eased him to the ground, then stopped The Bishop from striding forward with my raised palm.
    ‘Not that way.’
    The door on the building across the alley said SERVICE ENTRANCE and was locked. It opened to my ready key. As I waved my portly companion inside I tookoff my cap and threw it beside the policeman. I closed the door from the inside and dropped my uniform jacket as I did. The necktie went next as we strolled into the department store, until I was dressed simply in slacks and shirt. I put my moustache into my pocket and we joined the other customers. Occasionally looking at a display as we passed, but certainly never dawdling. There were a few amazedlooks at my companion, but this was a very proper store and no one was so rude as to stare. I went first through the exit, holding the door, then led by a few paces as we joined the passing throng. Behind us, getting weaker as we went, were shouts and cries and the sound of alarm bells and sirens. I permitted myself a small smile. When I glanced back I saw that my companion had permitted herselfone as well. She even had the nerve to let me have a brief wink. I turned back quickly – I couldn’t encourage this sort of thing – then turned the corner into the side street where the bread truck awaited.
    ‘Stand here and look into your mirror,’ I said, unlocking the rear door. I busied myself inside, then barely had time to move aside as a great form hurtled by.
    ‘No one looking …’ he gasped.

    ‘Perfect.’
    I climbed out, secured the door, went to the driver’s side, climbed in and started the engine. The van rumbled forward, slowly forcing its way through the pedestrians at the corner, then waited for a break in the traffic.
    I had considered driving back and past the court house, but that would have been dangerous braggadocio. Better to simply slip away.
    When the street was empty, Iturned in the opposite direction and drove carefully towards the city limits. I knew all the back roads so we would be away well before they could be blocked.
    We were not out of danger yet – but I still felt smug satisfaction. And why not! I had done it! Committed the escape of the century to save the criminal of the century. Nothing could stop us now!

CHAPTER TWELVE

    I drove, slowly but steadily, for the rest of the morning and into the afternoon. Avoiding all of the major highways by staying with the secondary roads. Though my route, by necessity, had to vary in direction, I nevertheless moved steadily south. Doing my best to add real feeling and emotion to Pi-r squared. Sounds familiar? It should be since it is probably the single geometrytheorem that anyone ever remembers. The area of a circle is equal to its radius times the value of Pi – squared. So each roll of the wheels of the bread van added an ever increasing area that must be searched to find the escaping prisoner.
    Four hours of this should put us well ahead of the police. The fact had to be considered as well that The Bishop had been locked in the back of the van forall of this time and knew nothing of my plans for the future. Explanations were in order – as was some food. I was getting hungry and, considering his girth, he would surely be feeling the same. With this in mind I pulled into the next suburban shopping centre, checked the quick-food restaurants as I drove by, then parked at the far end of the lot. Backed up close to a blank wall. The Bishop blinkedbenevolently when I opened the rear door admitting light and fresh air.
    ‘Time for lunch,’ I said. ‘Would you like …’
    I lapsed into silence as he raised his hand in a gesture of silence.
    ‘Permit me, Jim, to say something first. Thank you. From the bottom of my heart I thank you for what you have done. I owe you my life, no less. Thank you.’
    I stood with lowered eyes – I swear I was blushinglike a girl! – and twisting my toe