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Rudi finished attending to Lucille and went to the telephone. He wagged his finger at her. “Now be a good girl and keep quiet. The gent I'm ringing up won't help you.”

Lucille glowered at dapper Rudi and silently agreed to behave; she wanted to save her strength. Her captor dialed up, waited a few moments and got an answer. He spoke in German; she understood every word, of course.

“Steiner? It's Arabo. I've got it. No, nothing left to do here.” Rudi smiled at Lucille. “I've got everything all tied up...”

Oh, aren't you witty, Lucille fumed.

“I'll be back on the Continent before nightfall. And my price stands, old boy. It will be worth it, I promise. Good. Cherrio!” Rudi hung up and grinned. “It's so lovely to see you again, Lucille! I can't thank you enough.”

“Yu ceep h'ood! Mmmgp!” Lucille growled through her gag. She squirmed in her chair, trying to get more comfortable. Rudi had tied her up quite efficiently.

“Now, now, don't be cross, Lucille,” Rudi teased. “All's fair in love and war, and spying, for that matter. Oh, and I love your outfit. You always manage to look so smart! And is that a new hairdo?”

“Mmp!” Lucille grunted. Yes, she looked good in her bright blouse and the stylish skirt that displayed her curves and legs, and her glossy high heels were new. The outfit went well with her short brunette hair. But Lucille already knew she looked good. Being immaculate, ladylike and easy on the eyes helped her do her job.

“Yes, you look like the heroine in one of those cheap spy novels, all tied up and gagged like that,” Rudi remarked as he headed for the suite's door. “Wish I could be the lucky chap who rescues you; but, alas, I've been cast as the villain. Ropes not too tight, my dear?”

“Mmmp! Ngt!” Lucille grumbled, twisting and almost toppling over.

“Oh, good. Don't want you to be too uncomfortable. Well, must dash; I have a plane to catch. Thanks so much for the microfilm. Ta Ta!” Grinning Rudi made his exit.

Lucille heard Rudi lock the door. She immediately put her plan into action. Rudi had tied her up well, but while her ankles were bound, they weren't anchored to the light chair.

Should be able to manage it, Lucille told herself, eying the telephone. If I maneuver ever so cautiously, I should be able to reach it.

Gingerly rocking forward, she managed to balance ever so precariously on her feet and shuffle forward about a foot as she dragged the chair. She sat abruptly as her balance failed. The chair teetered.

Careful, girl, careful! Lucille warned herself. You'll be like a tortoise on its back if you fall!

Lucille managed to scoot closer, then closer still. Suddenly, she heard a key in the door's lock! Her partner Buck rushed into the suite. He was all the more handsome after a shave and haircut, and he reeked of musky cologne.

“Lucille? You were right! We've been followed! I spotted Arabo in the lobby and...oh, bugger all...he's been here?”

“Mmgmth!” Lucille squealed. No, one of the maids tied me up, you bloody fool!

Naturally, Buck did the illogical thing and grabbed the telephone. He frantically dialed a special number.

“Sir? It's Griffin...I'm afraid we've got a situation...” Buck glanced at Lucille. “He took it?! You're sure?!”

“Mmp!” Lucille nodded angrily.

“The microfilm's been stolen! Yes, yes, sir. Just came back from the barber and found Lucille all tied up...yes, yes, I know it's imperative we recover that formula! Yes, sir! At once!”

Buck hung up and ran for the door. “He probably heading to the station! Sorry, old girl! Can't lose a second!”

“Hee gont ta apot! A'pot! Hi got tu apot U d'doo!” Lucille screamed through her gag. He's going to the airport, you dodo!

The door slammed and Lucille was again on her own. She uttered the most unladylike obscenities through her gag and resumed her quest for the telephone, glumly guessing she could dial with her nose.

Lucille had made a little progress when she heard the doorbell ring.

“Mmmp! H'ep! Mmmp!” Lucille howled angrily. “Hep Mi! Mmmp!”

She heard a key in the lock. The door opened a crack. “Hello! Anybody there?” a man inquired.

“Hep!” Lucille grunted. “Omm hir!”

The door opened wider. “Hello? It's Mr. Fraser from the front desk.” The door opened wider still and a gentleman peered inside. “I got a call...Great Scott! Miss Deverux!”

Fraser hurried inside and gaped at Lucille. “Oh, dear lord. There's been a robbery! You've been robbed?”

“Mmmp!” Lucille vented as she squirmed and made her chair wobble.

Fraser grabbed the telephone. “I'll call the police!...”

“MMMP!” Lucille emphatically shook her head. “Nmmm!”

“What?” Fraser inquired. A heartbeat later, he was embarrassed “Oh, I'm such a blockhead!” He carefully eased the gag from Lucille's lips. “You don't want me to call the police?”

“No, no, please don't!” Lucille pleaded, her English accent right out of the movies.“I wasn't robbed! Not really, it's...well, it's all so silly.”

Fraser fished a pen knife from his pocket and went behind Lucille. “But, if you haven't been robbed, who on earth tied you up? And why?”

Lucille sighed as Fraser started to free her. “An old beau's idea of a practical joke, I'm afraid.”

“A joke? Leaving you bound and gagged was a joke?”

“And not a funny one, Mr. Fraser!” Lucille agreed. He cut the ropes from her wrists and her hands were released. “Thank you so much...”

Fraser mastered his temper as he snipped more rope. Playing such a prank on a lovely woman like Miss Deverux was outrageous! She was always so ladylike and well dressed, so easy on the eyes. He had to confess that he was rather infatuated with her. Watching her coming and going through the lobby was a highlight of his day.

He knelt before her like the prince before Cinderella and carefully cut the ropes around her pretty ankles. She had such lovey legs. He helped her up, smelling her lilac perfume and feeling her warmth. She stretched so very daintily.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Fraser. You are a true gentleman,” Lucille said as she rubbed her wrists. “I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone about this. Please.”

“Of course. I understand,” Fraser assured her as he blushed. “Anything else I can do for you?”

“Yes, please call me a taxi.” Lucille went to her desk and extracted a pearl-handled revolver from a drawer. “I have an airplane to catch.”

By Scorpionlover42

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Rudi finished attending to Lucille and went to the telephone. He wagged his finger at her. “Now be a good girl and keep quiet. The gent I'm ringing up won't help you.”

Lucille glowered at dapper Rudi and silently agreed to behave; she wanted to save her strength. Her captor dialed up, waited a few moments and got an answer. He spoke in German; she understood every word, of course.

“Steiner? It's Arabo. I've got it. No, nothing left to do here.” Rudi smiled at Lucille. “I've got everything all tied up...”

Oh, aren't you witty, Lucille fumed.

“I'll be back on the Continent before nightfall. And my price stands, old boy. It will be worth it, I promise. Good. Cherrio!” Rudi hung up and grinned. “It's so lovely to see you again, Lucille! I can't thank you enough.”

“Yu ceep h'ood! Mmmgp!” Lucille growled through her gag. She squirmed in her chair, trying to get more comfortable. Rudi had tied her up quite efficiently.

“Now, now, don't be cross, Lucille,” Rudi teased. “All's fair in love and war, and spying, for that matter. Oh, and I love your outfit. You always manage to look so smart! And is that a new hairdo?”

“Mmp!” Lucille grunted. Yes, she looked good in her bright blouse and the stylish skirt that displayed her curves and legs, and her glossy high heels were new. The outfit went well with her short brunette hair. But Lucille already knew she looked good. Being immaculate, ladylike and easy on the eyes helped her do her job.

“Yes, you look like the heroine in one of those cheap spy novels, all tied up and gagged like that,” Rudi remarked as he headed for the suite's door. “Wish I could be the lucky chap who rescues you; but, alas, I've been cast as the villain. Ropes not too tight, my dear?”

“Mmmp! Ngt!” Lucille grumbled, twisting and almost toppling over.

“Oh, good. Don't want you to be too uncomfortable. Well, must dash; I have a plane to catch. Thanks so much for the microfilm. Ta Ta!” Grinning Rudi made his exit.

Lucille heard Rudi lock the door. She immediately put her plan into action. Rudi had tied her up well, but while her ankles were bound, they weren't anchored to the light chair.

Should be able to manage it, Lucille told herself, eying the telephone. If I maneuver ever so cautiously, I should be able to reach it.

Gingerly rocking forward, she managed to balance ever so precariously on her feet and shuffle forward about a foot as she dragged the chair. She sat abruptly as her balance failed. The chair teetered.

Careful, girl, careful! Lucille warned herself. You'll be like a tortoise on its back if you fall!

Lucille managed to scoot closer, then closer still. Suddenly, she heard a key in the door's lock! Her partner Buck rushed into the suite. He was all the more handsome after a shave and haircut, and he reeked of musky cologne.

“Lucille? You were right! We've been followed! I spotted Arabo in the lobby and...oh, bugger all...he's been here?”

“Mmgmth!” Lucille squealed. No, one of the maids tied me up, you bloody fool!

Naturally, Buck did the illogical thing and grabbed the telephone. He frantically dialed a special number.

“Sir? It's Griffin...I'm afraid we've got a situation...” Buck glanced at Lucille. “He took it?! You're sure?!”

“Mmp!” Lucille nodded angrily.

“The microfilm's been stolen! Yes, yes, sir. Just came back from the barber and found Lucille all tied up...yes, yes, I know it's imperative we recover that formula! Yes, sir! At once!”

Buck hung up and ran for the door. “He probably heading to the station! Sorry, old girl! Can't lose a second!”

“Hee gont ta apot! A'pot! Hi got tu apot U d'doo!” Lucille screamed through her gag. He's going to the airport, you dodo!

The door slammed and Lucille was again on her own. She uttered the most unladylike obscenities through her gag and resumed her quest for the telephone, glumly guessing she could dial with her nose.

Lucille had made a little progress when she heard the doorbell ring.

“Mmmp! H'ep! Mmmp!” Lucille howled angrily. “Hep Mi! Mmmp!”

She heard a key in the lock. The door opened a crack. “Hello! Anybody there?” a man inquired.

“Hep!” Lucille grunted. “Omm hir!”

The door opened wider. “Hello? It's Mr. Fraser from the front desk.” The door opened wider still and a gentleman peered inside. “I got a call...Great Scott! Miss Deverux!”

Fraser hurried inside and gaped at Lucille. “Oh, dear lord. There's been a robbery! You've been robbed?”

“Mmmp!” Lucille vented as she squirmed and made her chair wobble.

Fraser grabbed the telephone. “I'll call the police!...”

“MMMP!” Lucille emphatically shook her head. “Nmmm!”

“What?” Fraser inquired. A heartbeat later, he was embarrassed “Oh, I'm such a blockhead!” He carefully eased the gag from Lucille's lips. “You don't want me to call the police?”

“No, no, please don't!” Lucille pleaded, her English accent right out of the movies.“I wasn't robbed! Not really, it's...well, it's all so silly.”

Fraser fished a pen knife from his pocket and went behind Lucille. “But, if you haven't been robbed, who on earth tied you up? And why?”

Lucille sighed as Fraser started to free her. “An old beau's idea of a practical joke, I'm afraid.”

“A joke? Leaving you bound and gagged was a joke?”

“And not a funny one, Mr. Fraser!” Lucille agreed. He cut the ropes from her wrists and her hands were released. “Thank you so much...”

Fraser mastered his temper as he snipped more rope. Playing such a prank on a lovely woman like Miss Deverux was outrageous! She was always so ladylike and well dressed, so easy on the eyes. He had to confess that he was rather infatuated with her. Watching her coming and going through the lobby was a highlight of his day.

He knelt before her like the prince before Cinderella and carefully cut the ropes around her pretty ankles. She had such lovey legs. He helped her up, smelling her lilac perfume and feeling her warmth. She stretched so very daintily.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Fraser. You are a true gentleman,” Lucille said as she rubbed her wrists. “I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone about this. Please.”

“Of course. I understand,” Fraser assured her as he blushed. “Anything else I can do for you?”

“Yes, please call me a taxi.” Lucille went to her desk and extracted a pearl-handled revolver from a drawer. “I have an airplane to catch.”

By Scorpionlover42