"Did you hear any noises last night? Remo asked.
"I didn't hear a thing, but I'm in bed early and I'm a very sound sleeper. Phyllis says she screamed, but I didn't hear it. I'm really sorry about that."
"Maybe you're lucky," Remo said, patting the man on the shoulder. "You might have been the next victim."
The man visibly shuddered. "I want to finish my packing," he said quickly.
his house. «Go ahead> Thanks."
As the little man neared the van, he tripped and The little man went back toward the house and
started to fall. Remo reached out for the carton and Remo joined Chiun.
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"That little man does not like his neighbors," the old Korean said.
"Who does? Let's visit Phyllis."
Mourning for her dead husband had not made Phyllis any more sedate in her choice of clothing. She was wearing short shorts and a T-shirt top when she answered the door. The body wasn't bad, Remo thought, and if only she had taken care of her face, she might even have been passable-looking.
"Whaddya want?" she demanded.
"We're here about your husband," Remo said.
In spite of her recent loss, Phyllis looked twice at Remo and liked what she saw. He wasn't big, like Curt, but there was something masculine about him, something that made her tingle.
"You a cop?" she asked.
Remo smiled. "We're concerned with who killed your husband."
Like most people, she had asked a question and not listened to the answer. She assumed that Remo had said he was a cop. She looked at Chiun. "He a cop, too?" she asked Remo.
"Not exactly," Remo said. "Much more than that." He was rewarded by a faint smile from Chiun. "May we come in?"
She thought about it for a moment, then said, "I guess so," and backed up. When Remo passed her, he deliberately brushed against her. Chiun followed and she closed the door behind them.
"Can I get you something?" she asked. "Coffee? A drink?"
"No thanks. We don't want to take up too much of your time. Could you show us where it happened?"
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"I ... I don't want to go down there. I'll show you where it is. You can go down."
As she led them to the cellar steps, Remo noticed that the back storm door was unlocked.
'That always unlocked?" he asked.
She stared at him wide-eyed, then reached past him and flipped on the lock.
"A bad habit," she said. "One I guess I'll have to break."
Barn doors, thought Remo. She stayed in the kitchen as they went downstairs.
The police had made a half-hearted attempt to clean the blood and brains off the floor. There was a rumpled blanket in a corner and it was obvious from the stains on it what it had been used for.
Remo effortlessly moved the barbells aside and examined the stains on the floor. Chiun was hunched over the blanket in the corner.
After a thorough investigation, lasting at least four seconds, Remo stood up and said, "I don't see anything."
Without turning, Chiun said, "Come here, white thing."
Remo went over and crouched next to him.
"Find something?"
"Look." Chiun held out his hand. It was another paint chip.
"Ties it all together," Remo said. "Same killer. And we still don't know anything about him."
"We will learn," Chiun said. "Or at any rate, I will learn and I will tell you all about it."
Remo put the paint chip in his shirt pocket and followed Chiun upstairs. Phyllis had fixed her face and hair while they were in the cellar. She didn't
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look half bad now, Remo thought. Unless she was compared with Princess Sarra, in which case she was a distant also-ran.
"Did you hear anything before you heard your husband call you?"
"No. Nothing."
"Were the lights on in the cellar?" Chiun asked.
"No. The light was out."
"Thank you," Remo said. "You've been very helpful."
"If you need anything else, you just call," she told Remo, smiling and touching her teased hair. Then she seemed to remember she was a very recent widow and she touched her nose with her handkerchief. She walked them to the door and whispered to Remo, "Is he really a cop? You can tell me."
"Actually," Remo said, "He's a CIA agent, but that's very confidential."
"Wow," Phyllis said. As they opened the door to the steps, they saw the little man next door, finishing loading his van.
"Him," she snapped.