"You have no manners at all." Chiun's eyes glared as he shot the piece of paper into Remo's hand. "This I do for the Emperor alone, because I have promised him," he decreed. "Not for ill-mannered beings who do not know how to ask for a thing politely."
Remo read the note, frowning.
"What does it say?"
"He wants me to get a suit," Remo said.
"A man of excellent discernment," Chiun said, fingering the torn back of Remo's T-shirt.
"And then he wants me to withdraw a hundred thousand dollars from the bank across the street."
"In gold?" Chiun asked excitedly.
Remo shook his head.
"Then it does not count."
Donnelly's secretary, busily filing her nails, rose like a zephyr from behind a two-foot-high stack of papers.
"We have an appointment," Remo said.
The girl's face looked blank for a moment while her nail file slowed in concentration. "Oh, yeah," she said, a smile dawning. "I knew I remembered somebody calling. I even wrote it down. You're..." She rummaged through the papers on the desk, creating a small blizzard.
"I am Chiun," Chiun said, bowing politely.
"Chiun is one of the biggest businessmen in Korea," Remo explained. "He's here to see Mr. Donnelly about some exporting business."
"Yeah," the secretary said enthusiastically. "It's all coming back to me now. And you're his assistant, right?"
"Jackpot," Remo said. "I'm Remo. Remo—"
"Wang," Chiun finished.
Remo looked at him. "An appropriately common name," Chiun explained.
"Remo Wang," the secretary said. "Pleased to meetcha, Mr. Wang. I'm Darcy Devoe. It used to be Smith, but I changed it. I always say—"
"Is Mr. Donnelly in?" Chiun interrupted.
"Sure. I told him about you when you called. He can't wait to see you. His office is..." She turned in a slow circle, scanning the walls with bewildered eyes before they came to rest on the only inner door in the office. "Through there!" she said, pointing triumphantly.
"Thanks," Remo said. "That's got to be the ditziest broad in Washington," he added in Korean as they knocked on Donnelly's door.
Chiun shrugged. "She is white."
Donnelly was a broad man with heavy features and expansive gestures. "Mr. Williams?" he asked, smiling at Remo.
"Wang," Remo said.
"Wang? Oh, I beg your pardon. My secretary must have got the name wrong. She's a little disorganized at times."
"She is to be excused," Chiun said graciously. "She is—"
"And this is Chiun," Remo said loudly.
"Ah, yes." Donnelly managed an awkward bow in what he evidently believed to be an Oriental manner. "Mr. Chiun of..." He quickly pulled a note card out of his jacket. "Sinanju. Did I pronounce that right, Mr. Chiun?"
"Perfectly," Chiun said. "And 'Chiun' will suffice. As I am the Master of Sinanju, who rides in airplanes with no other passengers, no other title is necessary."
"The Master of... I see," Donnelly said. "Well, sit down, sit down. I'll get us all a drink."
Chiun folded his hands inside his sleeves. "That will not be necessary. And I prefer to stand. My associate will explain the purpose of our visit."
"Yes, of course," Donnelly said. "Are you looking for some American goods to import into Sinanju? I don't believe we've dealt with your— um— province before."
"You know what we want," Remo said. "Coffee."
"Coffee?" The look on Donnelly's face was expectant.
Remo lifted the suitcase in his hands and opened it. Inside, it was stacked with hundred-dollar bills. "A hundred thousand dollars."
"Oh, that coffee."
"We've heard that it makes people happy," Remo said.
"Very happy," Donnelly agreed.
"Well, a little happiness is just what the Master of Sinanju is looking for. He's having a morale problem with his people. You see, they've been starving and slaving for three hundred years, and their productivity is beginning to lag."
"Tut, tut," Donnelly said.
"Besides, the Master thinks he can turn a nice profit off the dirtbags."
"It'll happen every time," Donnelly said, smiling. "With this good American coffee—"
"Unh-unh. Not American. The coffee from Peruvina. That's what we've come for."
The smile vanished from Donnelly's face. "How do you know about Peruvina?" he asked cautiously.
"I've spent the evening with your son, Arnold."
Donnelly brightened again. "Oh, you know Arnold. Well, that puts a whole new light on things. Are you friends?"
"Oh, I could hardly bring myself to leave the plantation," Remo said.
"He's got a good head on his shoulders," Arnold's father said proudly.