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.We did him in.""We? Then you worked with another ally of good government.Good," saidCaldwell."We should help him.We should thank him.That's the sort of man weneed.Where can we reach him?""Well, it is a him," said Consuelo."But there were two.Both men.""You are insulted that I assume they were men.""Well.yes.I was.They could have been women.Although I've never seen menlike them.""Yes, well, we have to get them on our side, don't we?" said Caldwell."We'lltake them away from whoever they're working for.""I don't know who they're working for.The white guy, Remo, just calls himselfone of the good guys.He's getting better now, I hope.""From his fight with this man Braun?""No.Some form of old curse.""You have done well for us, Ms.Bonner.We are pleased.'Consuelo' is Spanish.Do you have any Spanish ancestry?""My mother's side.Castilian.""Any noble blood?""Only if someone got out on the wrong side of the mattress.Illegitimate nobleblood possibly.""We can tell, you know," said Caldwell."The Nuclear Control Agency?""No," said Caldwell, pointing to himself."Well, thank you very much for yourtime.Now you may leave.""You are going to do something about this?" asked Consuelo."You can be sure of it," said Harrison Caldwell.Consuelo was taken from theimmense gilded room, through an exquisite hallway bordered by massivepaintings and statues.Gilt seemed to be everywhere.She saw one banner thirtyfeet high embroidered with what seemed to be a gold coat of arms against apurple velvet background.She had seen that coat of arms before but couldn't place it.Only when theylocked the iron bars behind her did she remember it.It was the apothecary jaron Remo's pendant.The bars did not open.The room was dark and had a single cot.The walls werestone.There were other small rooms with bars.It wasn't exactly a jail.Itwas too dank for that.She was in a dungeon.And then the bodies started beingbrought down.All she could make out was that there was some kind of contestupstairs somewhere where people were killing themselves to see who was thetoughest.Out on Long Island Sound a boat stopped, and several men with binocularspointed to a large brick-enclosed institution.It was Folcroft Sanitarium."Is that it?" asked one.He was loading a clip in a small submachine gun."That has to be it.No confluence of electronic signals could come fromanywhere else," said the engineer."All right," said the man with thesubmachine gun."Tell Mr.Caldwell we found his target."On one high corner of the building was a room with mirrors reflecting outside.Page 78 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlInside was Harold W.Smith, and he did not know whether he was lucky orunlucky.Folcroft's defense systems could read anything sending and receiving signalswithin a radius of twenty miles.And when he had focused it on that suspiciousboat out in the sound, he read that someone had found him and was told to waituntil reinforcements arrived so they could surround the sanitarium and makesure no one got away.Chapter 12Remo could see the room, feel the bed, feel his arms, and most important,breathe properly, breathe to get his balance, his center, and himself.But hishead was still ringing when Chiun told him for the seventeenth time, he wasnot going to say he told him so."Say it.Say it and get it over with.My head feels like it was sandpaperedfrom the inside.""No," said Chiun."The wise teacher knows when the pupil understands.""Tell me it was the curse of the gold that did it to me, and then leave mealone," said Remo."Never," said Chiun."Okay, then don't tell me you're not going to tell me again.I don't want tohear it.""All right, I'll tell you.I told you so," said Chiun."But would you listen?No.You never listen.I told you the gold was cursed.But no, you don'tbelieve in curses even when their secrets are chronicled in the glorious pastof Sinanju.""You mean Master Go and the Spanish gold?""No.Master Go and the cursed gold.""I remember it.Master Go.Somebody paid with the bad check for the day-rottengold-and he refused to take it.That was around six hundred years ago.Maybethree hundred.Somewhere in there.Can I get a glass of water?""I will get it for you.If you had listened to me about the cursed gold at thebeginning, then you would be able to get it yourself.""You said you weren't going to mention it.""I didn't.I said I was getting you water.But it would not hurt for you torecite Master Go again.""Not now.The last thing I want to hear now is a recitation of the Masters.""Just Go.""But even the Lesser Wang would be too much," said Remo, who knew that theentire history of the Lesser Wang was exactly two sentences, while the GreatWang took a day and a half if you rushed [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.We did him in.""We? Then you worked with another ally of good government.Good," saidCaldwell."We should help him.We should thank him.That's the sort of man weneed.Where can we reach him?""Well, it is a him," said Consuelo."But there were two.Both men.""You are insulted that I assume they were men.""Well.yes.I was.They could have been women.Although I've never seen menlike them.""Yes, well, we have to get them on our side, don't we?" said Caldwell."We'lltake them away from whoever they're working for.""I don't know who they're working for.The white guy, Remo, just calls himselfone of the good guys.He's getting better now, I hope.""From his fight with this man Braun?""No.Some form of old curse.""You have done well for us, Ms.Bonner.We are pleased.'Consuelo' is Spanish.Do you have any Spanish ancestry?""My mother's side.Castilian.""Any noble blood?""Only if someone got out on the wrong side of the mattress.Illegitimate nobleblood possibly.""We can tell, you know," said Caldwell."The Nuclear Control Agency?""No," said Caldwell, pointing to himself."Well, thank you very much for yourtime.Now you may leave.""You are going to do something about this?" asked Consuelo."You can be sure of it," said Harrison Caldwell.Consuelo was taken from theimmense gilded room, through an exquisite hallway bordered by massivepaintings and statues.Gilt seemed to be everywhere.She saw one banner thirtyfeet high embroidered with what seemed to be a gold coat of arms against apurple velvet background.She had seen that coat of arms before but couldn't place it.Only when theylocked the iron bars behind her did she remember it.It was the apothecary jaron Remo's pendant.The bars did not open.The room was dark and had a single cot.The walls werestone.There were other small rooms with bars.It wasn't exactly a jail.Itwas too dank for that.She was in a dungeon.And then the bodies started beingbrought down.All she could make out was that there was some kind of contestupstairs somewhere where people were killing themselves to see who was thetoughest.Out on Long Island Sound a boat stopped, and several men with binocularspointed to a large brick-enclosed institution.It was Folcroft Sanitarium."Is that it?" asked one.He was loading a clip in a small submachine gun."That has to be it.No confluence of electronic signals could come fromanywhere else," said the engineer."All right," said the man with thesubmachine gun."Tell Mr.Caldwell we found his target."On one high corner of the building was a room with mirrors reflecting outside.Page 78 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlInside was Harold W.Smith, and he did not know whether he was lucky orunlucky.Folcroft's defense systems could read anything sending and receiving signalswithin a radius of twenty miles.And when he had focused it on that suspiciousboat out in the sound, he read that someone had found him and was told to waituntil reinforcements arrived so they could surround the sanitarium and makesure no one got away.Chapter 12Remo could see the room, feel the bed, feel his arms, and most important,breathe properly, breathe to get his balance, his center, and himself.But hishead was still ringing when Chiun told him for the seventeenth time, he wasnot going to say he told him so."Say it.Say it and get it over with.My head feels like it was sandpaperedfrom the inside.""No," said Chiun."The wise teacher knows when the pupil understands.""Tell me it was the curse of the gold that did it to me, and then leave mealone," said Remo."Never," said Chiun."Okay, then don't tell me you're not going to tell me again.I don't want tohear it.""All right, I'll tell you.I told you so," said Chiun."But would you listen?No.You never listen.I told you the gold was cursed.But no, you don'tbelieve in curses even when their secrets are chronicled in the glorious pastof Sinanju.""You mean Master Go and the Spanish gold?""No.Master Go and the cursed gold.""I remember it.Master Go.Somebody paid with the bad check for the day-rottengold-and he refused to take it.That was around six hundred years ago.Maybethree hundred.Somewhere in there.Can I get a glass of water?""I will get it for you.If you had listened to me about the cursed gold at thebeginning, then you would be able to get it yourself.""You said you weren't going to mention it.""I didn't.I said I was getting you water.But it would not hurt for you torecite Master Go again.""Not now.The last thing I want to hear now is a recitation of the Masters.""Just Go.""But even the Lesser Wang would be too much," said Remo, who knew that theentire history of the Lesser Wang was exactly two sentences, while the GreatWang took a day and a half if you rushed [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]