"No," Jackson said. "Just another guy who's tired of wasting his time and wants to do something good for a change."
"We've got two things to do," Barney said. "The installation and El Presidente."
"We're not getting them done here," Jackson said.
He turned away. Daniels looked at Chiun. "Thank you. Thank you both. This is something that's got to be done. Our government won't be able to get rid of that installation. Not with those lightweights in Washington. But it's got to go. You know that."
Remo nodded. "Let us know if you need help."
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"Thank you. But we won't."
"No," Remo said slowly. "I don't think you will."
He nodded at Daniels who turned and put his arm around Doc Jackson's shoulders. At the edge of the clearing, the two old soldiers, off to chase their biggest, most frightening windmill, turned around for one last look at the thin young white man and the aged Oriental smiling benignly in his flowing robes.
Barney waved. Chiun nodded, then saluted them both.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
"It's about time," Smith said. "Where have you been? It's been twenty-four hours. Have you seen the papers? Do you know what's been going on?"
"Which question should I answer first?" Remo said.
"What has happened?" Smith said. "You might try that one."
"I think everything has been taken care of," Remo said.
"Oh, you do, do you? Well, let me tell you . . ." but the telephone had clicked off and Dr. Harold W. Smith listened to a dial tone for four seconds. It took him those four seconds to realize that he had not slept in seventy-two hours and had not eaten in
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thirty-six.. He had not seen his wife for three days. He had not played golf in five-and-a-half months. He had not taken a vacation in ten years.
After the four seconds were up, Smith pursed his lips in his lemon face and stood up gravely from the desk.
"Remo," he muttered, then swung the chair out of the way. He walked across the room, opened a cabinet and swung his golf bag over his shoulder.
As he walked out of his office, he glanced back and saw the New York Times folded neatly on his desk, the small bulletin in the corner of page one circled in red Magic Marker. For a moment, he thought of taking the clipping with him, then shrugged and walked out the door. All was well that ended well.
PUERTA DEL REY, Hispania (API)-A massive explosion rocked the southwestern corner of this island today. U.S. government sources said the explosion occurred in a secret Soviet military installation, and Washington instantly sent U.S. Marines to the site.
Whether the secret installation contained Soviet nuclear warheads could not immediately be deter-minded, because of the widespread destruction of the explosion. But, in a ghastly corollary, a mass grave was found near the installation where more than two hundred female bodies-apparently workers on the project-were buried.
El Presidente Cara De Culo, in the final development in this macabre series of events, was found dead in his palace only hours after word of the explosion at the secret installation.
De Culo's right hand had been cut off, and his body was found impaled on a large jungle knife. Whether the president took his own life by throwing himself on his knife was not known, but there were teports from government insiders that two men, one white and one black, were seen leaving the governmentalpalace minutes before the president's body was found. Who they were is not known, but already the streets of this small capital city are beginning to ring with tales of the exploits of "the demons of the north."