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."We are going," Chiun said with finality."I will wear my new robes.Do youwant one of my old robes to wear?""No, thank you.""What are you going to wear?""A black T-shirt and black pants," Remo said."Casual, yet restrained.Aperfect complement for every occasion.""You have no imagination," Chiun said."Yes I do," Remo said."Today I'm thinking about wearing socks.""I'm sure all will be impressed," Chiun said."Nothing's too good for Barbra Streisand," Remo said.They left to walk to the party but were only a few yards along the beach whenthe telephone back in their condo rang."I'll get it," Remo said, turning back toward the front door."Get what?""The phone," Remo called back."Just don't bring it back with you," Chiun said."I hate those things."Smith was on the other end of the line."I have it," he told Remo."The wholeinscription.""What is it?" Remo said."The first part seems to be a listing of weapons.It talks about using spearsand fire and the sea and finally it says to use time.It talks about a specialkiller.Does that mean anything to you?""No, but maybe to Chiun.Anything else?""But the rest of it, that missing section?""Yes?" Remo said."The missing word is 'cleaved.' ""Cleaved?" said Remo."Right.Split.Broken.The inscription reads: 'The two plums, cleaved, arebereft.'" He sounded proud."What does it mean though?" Remo asked."It sounds like some whiny housewife'snote to a grocery store.'The two plums, cleaved, are bereft.' Who cares aboutbroken plums?""I don't know," Smith said."I thought you would.""Thanks, Smitty.I'll tell Chiun."When he told Chiun of Smith's report, the old Korean seemed more interested inthe listing of weapons."You say the last one on the list was time?" Chiun asked."That's what Smith said.What kind of a weapon is time?" Remo asked."The most dangerous of all," Chiun said."How's that?""If one waits long enough, his enemy will think he has forgotten and relax hisguard.""So you think this was really from the seventh stone of Prince Wo?" askedRemo.Chiun nodded silently."And what is that about 'The two plums, cleaved, are bereft'?" Remo asked."I think we will find out soon," Chiun said.The rolling lawns of the Worburnestate looked like the site for the annual Christmas picnic of the UnitedNations.People in every form of native garb Remo had ever seen milled about.They moved aside silently to let Remo and Chiun pass, then closed up behindthem.The sounds of untranslated whispers followed them across the greenfield.Page 64 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlRemo counted ten long tables draped in white damask and laden with all kindsof food and drink.The mingled aromas of curry, fish and meat competed withsteaming cabbage and spicy Indonesian lamb.There were steam tables ofvegetables and bowls of fresh fruit, many that Remo had never seen before."This place smells like a Bombay alley," Chiun said, his nose wrinkling indisgust.Remo pointed ahead of them.There was a small linen-covered table.Atop it wasa silver pitcher of fresh water and a silver chafing dish heaped to the topwith clumpy, mushlike rice."For us," Remo said.He thought it was nice of Kim Kiley to remember and hewondered where she was.He looked but could not see her in the crowd.She had said this was a familyreunion and he had expected a couple of dozen people in leisure suits, shortsand funny straw hats, clustered around a barbecue grill.He hadn't expectedthis."I don't see Barbra Streisand," Chiun said."Maybe she's going to ride in on an elephant," Remo said.A man in tweeds stepped up and offered his hand to Remo."So very glad youcould come," he said."I'm Rutherford Wobley." He nodded politely to Chiun asRemo shook his hand."And this is Ruddy Woczneczk," he said.Remo went through the process againwith a moonfaced Slav."Lee Wotan," the Oriental next to him said and bowed."And these are." Hebegan to rattle off the names of people standing near.Wofton, Woworth,Wosento and Wopo.All the names sounded alike to Remo and he nodded and smiledand as soon as he could slipped away into the crowd.The names, he thought.Why did every one of them start with W-O? And it wasn'tjust the people he'd met this afternoon.There were William and Ethel Wonder,the film people, and Jim Worthman, their photographer.And what about thefanatical Indonesian who tried to kill the President? His name had been DuWok.It seemed to Remo that everywhere he had gone in the last few weeks, hehad run into people whose names began with W-O.With one bright, shining exception.Remo sauntered up the bright lawn toward the house.He had left Chiun behind,in animated conversation with a young aristocratic man dressed in animpeccable white linen suit.It seemed that he and Chiun had met on the islandbefore because they were talking like old friends.Nearer the house was a series of reflecting pools strewn with water lilies anda large latticework gazebo.Next to the house he saw four towering columns, like flagpoles, each of themtopped with a cluster of rectangles covered completely with dark cloths.He slipped into the house and found a telephone in the library.Smith answeredon the first ring."Look up a name for me," Remo said."Kim Kiley.""The movie actress?" Smith asked."That's the one.""Hold on." Smith put the telephone down and Remo heard the click of buttonsbeing pushed and then a muted whirring sound."Here it is," Smith said as hecame back on the line."Kiley, Kimberley.Born Karen Wolinski, 1953.""Spell that last name," Remo said."W-o-l-i-n-s-k-i," Smith said."Thank you," Remo said.He hung up the telephone and stood there still for amoment, not quite ready to believe it [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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."We are going," Chiun said with finality."I will wear my new robes.Do youwant one of my old robes to wear?""No, thank you.""What are you going to wear?""A black T-shirt and black pants," Remo said."Casual, yet restrained.Aperfect complement for every occasion.""You have no imagination," Chiun said."Yes I do," Remo said."Today I'm thinking about wearing socks.""I'm sure all will be impressed," Chiun said."Nothing's too good for Barbra Streisand," Remo said.They left to walk to the party but were only a few yards along the beach whenthe telephone back in their condo rang."I'll get it," Remo said, turning back toward the front door."Get what?""The phone," Remo called back."Just don't bring it back with you," Chiun said."I hate those things."Smith was on the other end of the line."I have it," he told Remo."The wholeinscription.""What is it?" Remo said."The first part seems to be a listing of weapons.It talks about using spearsand fire and the sea and finally it says to use time.It talks about a specialkiller.Does that mean anything to you?""No, but maybe to Chiun.Anything else?""But the rest of it, that missing section?""Yes?" Remo said."The missing word is 'cleaved.' ""Cleaved?" said Remo."Right.Split.Broken.The inscription reads: 'The two plums, cleaved, arebereft.'" He sounded proud."What does it mean though?" Remo asked."It sounds like some whiny housewife'snote to a grocery store.'The two plums, cleaved, are bereft.' Who cares aboutbroken plums?""I don't know," Smith said."I thought you would.""Thanks, Smitty.I'll tell Chiun."When he told Chiun of Smith's report, the old Korean seemed more interested inthe listing of weapons."You say the last one on the list was time?" Chiun asked."That's what Smith said.What kind of a weapon is time?" Remo asked."The most dangerous of all," Chiun said."How's that?""If one waits long enough, his enemy will think he has forgotten and relax hisguard.""So you think this was really from the seventh stone of Prince Wo?" askedRemo.Chiun nodded silently."And what is that about 'The two plums, cleaved, are bereft'?" Remo asked."I think we will find out soon," Chiun said.The rolling lawns of the Worburnestate looked like the site for the annual Christmas picnic of the UnitedNations.People in every form of native garb Remo had ever seen milled about.They moved aside silently to let Remo and Chiun pass, then closed up behindthem.The sounds of untranslated whispers followed them across the greenfield.Page 64 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlRemo counted ten long tables draped in white damask and laden with all kindsof food and drink.The mingled aromas of curry, fish and meat competed withsteaming cabbage and spicy Indonesian lamb.There were steam tables ofvegetables and bowls of fresh fruit, many that Remo had never seen before."This place smells like a Bombay alley," Chiun said, his nose wrinkling indisgust.Remo pointed ahead of them.There was a small linen-covered table.Atop it wasa silver pitcher of fresh water and a silver chafing dish heaped to the topwith clumpy, mushlike rice."For us," Remo said.He thought it was nice of Kim Kiley to remember and hewondered where she was.He looked but could not see her in the crowd.She had said this was a familyreunion and he had expected a couple of dozen people in leisure suits, shortsand funny straw hats, clustered around a barbecue grill.He hadn't expectedthis."I don't see Barbra Streisand," Chiun said."Maybe she's going to ride in on an elephant," Remo said.A man in tweeds stepped up and offered his hand to Remo."So very glad youcould come," he said."I'm Rutherford Wobley." He nodded politely to Chiun asRemo shook his hand."And this is Ruddy Woczneczk," he said.Remo went through the process againwith a moonfaced Slav."Lee Wotan," the Oriental next to him said and bowed."And these are." Hebegan to rattle off the names of people standing near.Wofton, Woworth,Wosento and Wopo.All the names sounded alike to Remo and he nodded and smiledand as soon as he could slipped away into the crowd.The names, he thought.Why did every one of them start with W-O? And it wasn'tjust the people he'd met this afternoon.There were William and Ethel Wonder,the film people, and Jim Worthman, their photographer.And what about thefanatical Indonesian who tried to kill the President? His name had been DuWok.It seemed to Remo that everywhere he had gone in the last few weeks, hehad run into people whose names began with W-O.With one bright, shining exception.Remo sauntered up the bright lawn toward the house.He had left Chiun behind,in animated conversation with a young aristocratic man dressed in animpeccable white linen suit.It seemed that he and Chiun had met on the islandbefore because they were talking like old friends.Nearer the house was a series of reflecting pools strewn with water lilies anda large latticework gazebo.Next to the house he saw four towering columns, like flagpoles, each of themtopped with a cluster of rectangles covered completely with dark cloths.He slipped into the house and found a telephone in the library.Smith answeredon the first ring."Look up a name for me," Remo said."Kim Kiley.""The movie actress?" Smith asked."That's the one.""Hold on." Smith put the telephone down and Remo heard the click of buttonsbeing pushed and then a muted whirring sound."Here it is," Smith said as hecame back on the line."Kiley, Kimberley.Born Karen Wolinski, 1953.""Spell that last name," Remo said."W-o-l-i-n-s-k-i," Smith said."Thank you," Remo said.He hung up the telephone and stood there still for amoment, not quite ready to believe it [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]