"They're probably waiting for the price to get high enough," Remo said, with a thank-you nod to Chiun.
"It could be," Smith said.
"It is," Remo said. "And it's that Pakir."
"Why him?"
"He's in charge of security on the island," Remo said. "He'd know if he was working with phony agents. He would have checked them out."
"I'll send a helicopter for you," Smith said. "It will be the fastest way to get there."
"Why don't you call the island?" Remo suggested.
"And talk to whom?" Smith said.
Remo thought a moment. "Try the Princess. Maybe she's there by now."
"And if she isn't?"
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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
New Jersey coastal island.
He looked forward to the next couple of hours.
He had money in the bank now, courtesy of that dead advertising man, and now he had a mission: to take care of the Emir and the two men, the Ameri-
In a third floor office in the island mansion, Perce Pakir put some notebooks into a wall safe, then locked the safe with a flourish. The time had
come.
The Emir's health was failing. If Pakir did not m hi
chored 700 yards off the ocean side of the Emir's
Elmo Wimpler sat huddled under a blanket in the m°ve soo°'he wo"ld "^ out on ** contractshe
rear of the twenty-foot-long speedboat that was an- naoagreeato accept.
S Ei' ^he money was important but it had been more
can and the Oriental, who had almost captured him dead' Done forever' Tt was tímeto scratchsome-
in Central Park.
They were associated with the Emir somehow; he was sure of that. So he would be most likely to find them here on the Emir's island hideaway. Elmo
about the Emir of Bislami. The man had once had a whole country in the palm of his hand and now Wimpler had that man's life in his own hands. Just the thought sent chills through him. And, anyway, when he had killed the Emir, he was sure he would
cost. That magazine had said there was a bounty of as much as twenty million on the Emir's head. Some of that he would collect; he was sure of it.
than money, too. For years the Emir had treated Pakir as a loyal aide-de-camp, but that was all. Never as an equal. Never as a member of the royal family. Never as a friend. Always as a subject. Enough of that. The monarchy of Bislami was
thing from the ruins. Pakir was going to scratch out ten million dollars for guaranteeing that the holder of the throne never went back to his country to reclaim his ancient monarchy.
He had hatched the plan on the very day that he
Wimpler had to repay them. It was that simple be- j^t?- j ^ n ¦ c i. j a j *i.
u-i ,u v a *u i«!, *u~ + and the Emir and the Prmcess Sarra had fled the
cause while they lived, there was always the threat
., . ., J. ., , * u" ntcountry, ahead of the onrushing revolutionary
that there was someone m the world who was not ¦" , ° , J
afraid of Wimpler's power. ^Pf- .^ .^ had g°tten to.thls Umted States
He sipped warm tea from a thermos and thought lsland' he had been able to convmce the Emir that
he should personally supervise security arrangements, coordinating with the United States government's agents. He had insisted that the U.S. agents live on the island as a security measure. Then, with the Emir's own Royal Guard securely under his
find somebody willing to pay their fair share of the command, Pakir had met each U.S. agent as he ar-
rived, disposed of each one of them, and substituted his own men by bringing them in by boat, at night, when the Emir slept.
There were twenty men on the island now, Royal 136 |
Guard and U.S. agents. But the U.S. agents weren't really U.S. agents, the Royal Guard was loyal to Pakir, and it was time for him to dispose of the Emir.
The only person who was not included on his side was the Princess Sarra. He hoped he wouldn't have to have her killed, too. He had plans for her.
It would have all been done before this, but it had taken time for Pakir to make his arrangements with the new revolutionary government of Bislami.
And then that idiot magazine had run those advertisements seeking people to kill the Emir, and those two real U.S. agents had come to the island. These were the only loose ends.
He had tried to dispose of those agents, the American and the Oriental, and had failed. And he had tried to get rid of whoever it was who would take the contract to kill the Emir. He couldn't afford to have anyone else running around, charging their island, taking credit for assassinating the Emir. But he had not been able to contact that man to put him away.
So there was no more time to waste. Tonight was the night the job had to be done.
Once it was over, the fake U.S. agents would just simply disappear. The United States would have to
The world wouldn't buy it. It would simply look to the world as if the United States had killed the Emir and then killed the men who actually pulled the trigger.