"How is this possible?" Chiun asked with a frown.
"At the Four village in South America," Heidi explained. "While the two of you were chasing after Kluge through the tunnels, I searched through the things he left behind. One of the sections of the carving had been packed in a box but not taken with him. I suppose he did not think it crucial to whatever future he has planned for his group."
"Wait a minute," Remo said. "While we were risking our necks, you were on some frigging scavenger hunt?"
"I do not have to explain myself to you," Heidi sniffed.
"Damned lucky for you," Remo replied angrily.
"How did you know Kluge would have a map section?" Chiun asked, steering them back to the most important topic.
"I did not mention that?" she asked, surprised. "According to what I have learned, he is a direct descendant of Siegfried. The block has been in his family for as long as we have owned our respective sections."
"You used us," Remo said. "You knew about Kluge all along. You used us to get yourself safely into the village."
"There is still the final quarter," Chiun insisted, pointedly ignoring Remo. "Which, according to rumor, fell into the hands of the murderer Hagen."
"That piece will be difficult," Heidi said thoughtfully. "Through my uncle's records, I traced both Siegfried's and Hagen's descendants. The last of the family of Hagan died out around the time the Nazis came to power. His land and possessions were confiscated by order of Hitler. If there was a fourth surviving piece, it was lost back then."
Chiun sank back into his seat. The glimmer of hope threatened to fade from his hazel eyes. "Then we, too, are lost," he lamented.
"Not necessarily," Heidi stressed. "We have three out of four sections. It is possible that we could piece together enough of the map to locate the treasure."
"I suppose I don't have to remind you, Chiun, that she was in Sinanju to steal our piece of the map," Remo called over his shoulder.
Chiun stroked his thread of beard pensively. "She is enterprising," the Master of Sinanju offered. "It is an attractive trait. What did you have in mind, daughter of Gunther?"
"Whatever we recover will be split ninety/ten."
"That would be acceptable," Chiun nodded. Heidi seemed surprised. "I did not think you would agree to such an arrangement. According to my family record, the House of Sinanju is quite greedy."
"Give him a minute," Remo warned.
Chiun waved a magnanimous hand. "Ours is a reputation undeserved," Chiun proclaimed. "You have done much work. You have earned your ten percent."
"Bingo." Remo grinned.
"What?" Heidi demanded.
"It is a large sum, surely," Chiun said, considering. "Perhaps I should allow you only five. What do you think, Remo?"
"Don't get me in the middle of this," Remo said. Heidi was livid. Her porcelain skin had flushed red. "If anyone is getting five percent, it is you," she challenged.
"Are you mad, girl?" Chiun asked, shocked. "You did not believe I would allow you to steal nine-tenths of my money?"
"Your money?"
Chiun grew indignant. "The treasure is the rightful property of the House of Sinanju. If I so desired, I could keep the entire amount myself."
"Without my half of the map, your quarter is useless," Heidi reminded him.
"And without my quarter, your half is useless," Chiun countered.
Heidi fumed. "Seventy/thirty," she said eventually. "The seventy goes to me," she added quickly.
"That is ludicrous," Chiun huffed. "Sixty/forty. In the favor of Sinanju."
"No," Heidi insisted stubbornly.
"As an impartial observer who doesn't give a wet fart in a windbreaker about the gold, why not split it fifty/fifty?" Remo suggested.
"Outrageous," Chiun snapped.
"Out of the question," Heidi sniffed.
"In that case, you're both going to walk away with diddly. Just like your ancestors."
"That treasure is Sinanju property," Chiun fumed.
"You forfeited it when Siegfried was murdered," Heidi countered stubbornly.
"Are you deranged, woman? That is when it became Sinanju property."
"Siegfried only hid the Hoard because he did not trust your ancestor Bal-Mung," Heidi snarled hotly.
"Lies!" Chiun shrieked. Hands knotted in fists of furious bone. "Stop the car, Remo. I will not travel another inch with one who dares sully the name of my beloved ancestor."
"First off, I am not stopping. Secondly you weren't too charitable to him back at your house," Remo reminded him.
In Korean, Chiun snapped, "I may say what I want about my family. She may not."
"All right, all right!" Heidi snapped, angry that she couldn't understand what Chiun was saying. "I will agree to a fifty/fifty split."
"Sixty/forty," Chiun said quickly.
"Fifty/fifty," Heidi repeated firmly.
In the back seat, Chiun huffed as he considered the offer. At long last he broke his silence. "Though my heart breaks to cast away that which is so obviously mine, I fear I am at your mercy, devil woman. Fifty/fifty. And may you choke on your ill-gotten prize."
The Master of Sinanju settled back into the rear seat.
"Then we have a deal," Heidi said, exhaling in relief. "Where is your quarter of the map?"
"Here's where it gets tricky," Remo said, smiling.
"Why?" Heidi asked suspiciously. It was as if a light suddenly snapped on in her head. She spun around in her seat. "You do have it, do you not?" she asked Chiun.