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.All the police know is that a body was foundon the front lawn of the Spangier residence.The sena-tor's daughter, Cecilia,alerted the FBI immediately, and the body was removed from the morgue beforeit was identified.""Then why doesn't the FBI handle this?"Smith checked his watch."Remo, if we had two years, the FBI could handle it.But we don't.The heads of two military branches of the United Statesgovernment have been eliminated, and I don't know if we've seen the end ofthis spree.The president is alarmed.We have to work fast, before things getworse.""Ail right, all right," Remo said, not relishing the idea of slogging around,asking questions of every guest at a drunken Washington party."But I don'tsee where it's going to get us.""It will get us out of this stinking pork hole," Chiun said in Korean."Sayyes.Pretend the emperor knows what he's talking about.Then we can return tociv-ilization.""I thought you weren't speaking.""I am not speaking to him.To you, I speak.Take me home.""To the land of the round eyes?""To the television," Chiun snapped."Miss Ching's news brief will bebroadcasting soon.""Oh," Remo said."Look, Smitty, I think we ought to discuss this some more."32Someone was pounding violently on the sides of the dragon and screaming inChinese.Then a head peered inside, waving a ten-dollar bill and pointing athis watch."I think our time's up," Smith said."I rented this thing for a half-hour.""For ten bucks," Remo said."No wonder you brought us here.It was cheaperthan a cab.""Ten dollars is sufficient payment," Smith said ac-idly."You know, Smitty, you're really a cheapskate.""That is no concern of yours."Chiun bowed and slipped out of the papiermache dragon.In another moment, theChinese man who was screaming at Smith disappeared.Remo pulled up the clothcovering and saw Chiun in the crowd, speak-ing and gesturing loftily to theChinese, who bowed and nodded in understanding.Then Chiun returned and bowedonce before Smith.Page 17 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"We will take our leave now, O illustrious Emperor, and leave you to yourpeace.Do not waste a mo-ment's thought on my humble request for a picture ofthe beautiful lady.It means nothing to anyone but my-self, and my lowly needsdo not concern one so mighty as you.Come, Remo."As they left, a crowd of Chinese stripped the dragon off Smith and clamberedaround him, shouting an-grily."What's with them?" Remo asked.Smith was look-ing around helplessly in thecenter of the noisy mob."They feel the Emperor has cheated them," Chiun said."I wonder who gave them that idea."Chiun shrugged."It was not I.I would never be-tray the Emperor who pays thepittance to my village33for the services of the Master of Sinanju.""I saw you talking to that guy.What did you say?""I told him on!y that the last time i hired the use of one of those cloth andpaper beasts, i paid the sum of one hundred dollars.Anything below that wouldbe a grave insult.That is what I told him."Remo saw Smith finally take out his wallet and hand a small wad of bills tothe Chinese man.The Chinese bowed, and Smith awkwardly bowed back, glaringan-grily at Remo and Chiun."I think we'd better get out of town for a while," Remo said.Chapter ThreeThe Virginia residence of Senator John Spangler was a sprawling,plantation-style mansion surrounded by snow-tipped gardens and white pillars.A fat, middle-aged woman in dungarees and a sweat shirt opened the door beforeRemo knocked."If you're from the press, get out of here," she said."Is this the Spangler house?""You know it is.Scram.""You're not Mrs.Spangfer, are you?""No." She slammed the door.Remo stopped it with his pinky.The door shudderedand loosened on its hinges."Is she at home?" Remo asked politely."What do you think you're doing?" the woman yelled above the whistling wind asshe lunged toward the door, which began to fall into the room.He entered through the huge black and white tiled anteroom into a grand andspacious sitting room.Above the mantle hung a portrait of the senator, avig-orous, youngish man in the bloom of life.In the dis-tance he heard awoman's voice shrieking."I told you to hang the Bob Mackie dresses, not pack them," the voice raged."That bag's for cookies.3536Don't drop it.One broken cookie and it's curtains, un-derstand?""Yes, mum," a deferential man's voice said."The last servant who dropped my cookie bag is doing time in Leavenworth.""Yes, mum." The man spoke as he descended a curving staircase, carrying sixpieces of luggage.The three people behind him were hefting several bagsapiece as well.The entourage lumbered through the large entrance.Behind them, swathed in a long sable coat, was a beautiful brunette stuffingcookies into her mouth.On her head she was wearing a turban covered withviolet flowers to match her eyes [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.All the police know is that a body was foundon the front lawn of the Spangier residence.The sena-tor's daughter, Cecilia,alerted the FBI immediately, and the body was removed from the morgue beforeit was identified.""Then why doesn't the FBI handle this?"Smith checked his watch."Remo, if we had two years, the FBI could handle it.But we don't.The heads of two military branches of the United Statesgovernment have been eliminated, and I don't know if we've seen the end ofthis spree.The president is alarmed.We have to work fast, before things getworse.""Ail right, all right," Remo said, not relishing the idea of slogging around,asking questions of every guest at a drunken Washington party."But I don'tsee where it's going to get us.""It will get us out of this stinking pork hole," Chiun said in Korean."Sayyes.Pretend the emperor knows what he's talking about.Then we can return tociv-ilization.""I thought you weren't speaking.""I am not speaking to him.To you, I speak.Take me home.""To the land of the round eyes?""To the television," Chiun snapped."Miss Ching's news brief will bebroadcasting soon.""Oh," Remo said."Look, Smitty, I think we ought to discuss this some more."32Someone was pounding violently on the sides of the dragon and screaming inChinese.Then a head peered inside, waving a ten-dollar bill and pointing athis watch."I think our time's up," Smith said."I rented this thing for a half-hour.""For ten bucks," Remo said."No wonder you brought us here.It was cheaperthan a cab.""Ten dollars is sufficient payment," Smith said ac-idly."You know, Smitty, you're really a cheapskate.""That is no concern of yours."Chiun bowed and slipped out of the papiermache dragon.In another moment, theChinese man who was screaming at Smith disappeared.Remo pulled up the clothcovering and saw Chiun in the crowd, speak-ing and gesturing loftily to theChinese, who bowed and nodded in understanding.Then Chiun returned and bowedonce before Smith.Page 17 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"We will take our leave now, O illustrious Emperor, and leave you to yourpeace.Do not waste a mo-ment's thought on my humble request for a picture ofthe beautiful lady.It means nothing to anyone but my-self, and my lowly needsdo not concern one so mighty as you.Come, Remo."As they left, a crowd of Chinese stripped the dragon off Smith and clamberedaround him, shouting an-grily."What's with them?" Remo asked.Smith was look-ing around helplessly in thecenter of the noisy mob."They feel the Emperor has cheated them," Chiun said."I wonder who gave them that idea."Chiun shrugged."It was not I.I would never be-tray the Emperor who pays thepittance to my village33for the services of the Master of Sinanju.""I saw you talking to that guy.What did you say?""I told him on!y that the last time i hired the use of one of those cloth andpaper beasts, i paid the sum of one hundred dollars.Anything below that wouldbe a grave insult.That is what I told him."Remo saw Smith finally take out his wallet and hand a small wad of bills tothe Chinese man.The Chinese bowed, and Smith awkwardly bowed back, glaringan-grily at Remo and Chiun."I think we'd better get out of town for a while," Remo said.Chapter ThreeThe Virginia residence of Senator John Spangler was a sprawling,plantation-style mansion surrounded by snow-tipped gardens and white pillars.A fat, middle-aged woman in dungarees and a sweat shirt opened the door beforeRemo knocked."If you're from the press, get out of here," she said."Is this the Spangler house?""You know it is.Scram.""You're not Mrs.Spangfer, are you?""No." She slammed the door.Remo stopped it with his pinky.The door shudderedand loosened on its hinges."Is she at home?" Remo asked politely."What do you think you're doing?" the woman yelled above the whistling wind asshe lunged toward the door, which began to fall into the room.He entered through the huge black and white tiled anteroom into a grand andspacious sitting room.Above the mantle hung a portrait of the senator, avig-orous, youngish man in the bloom of life.In the dis-tance he heard awoman's voice shrieking."I told you to hang the Bob Mackie dresses, not pack them," the voice raged."That bag's for cookies.3536Don't drop it.One broken cookie and it's curtains, un-derstand?""Yes, mum," a deferential man's voice said."The last servant who dropped my cookie bag is doing time in Leavenworth.""Yes, mum." The man spoke as he descended a curving staircase, carrying sixpieces of luggage.The three people behind him were hefting several bagsapiece as well.The entourage lumbered through the large entrance.Behind them, swathed in a long sable coat, was a beautiful brunette stuffingcookies into her mouth.On her head she was wearing a turban covered withviolet flowers to match her eyes [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]