thedestroyer.slavesafari-第7节
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The office of Laurence Butler Lippincott had no door。 None was needed； Remo realized。 The door was really back down at the 60th floor。
Lippincott looked up from a typewritten page he was reading。 He was a graying elderly man； with taut skin and the placid confidence of the very rich in his face。
〃Yes？〃 he said； apparently undisturbed by the …〃 motion。
〃My name is Remo and I say no。〃
〃Mr。 Lippincott；〃 the briefcase man tried to explain while clinging to a splintered arm； but he did not have a chance to finish because he was flying over his。 employer's head。 Lippincott scarcely noticed。
〃Really； Mr。 Mueller； must you？ The man is injured。〃
So Remo threw the sixtieth…floor manager at Lippincott。
〃If something is on your mind； say it；〃 said Lippincott。 〃No need to hurt innocent people。〃
Remo placed one of the bodyguards on Lippincott's desk； which surprisingly looked very ordinary； right down to the pictures of family。 Remo knocked the air out of the bodyguard。 Lippincott merely removed the typewritten sheet from beneath him。
Remo placed the second bodyguard； who had suddenly tried to break for the door； on top of the first。 He too suddenly lost his breath。
〃You're trying to tell me something；〃 Lippincott suggested。
〃Yes；〃 said Remo。
〃You're trying to tell me that all my employees and all my money won't do me any good with you。〃
〃Yes；〃 said Remo。
〃Are you also threatening me with physical violence if I should attempt to send others？〃
〃Yes；〃 said Remo。
〃Sounds reasonable；〃 said Lippincott。 〃Would you care for something to drink？〃
〃No thanks；〃 said Remo。
〃Cigar？〃
〃No thanks；〃 said Remo。
〃A fifteenth of Venezuela？〃
〃No thanks；〃 said Remo。
〃Is there anything I can give you？〃
〃Leave me alone。〃
〃You're sure we can't make some sort of deal？〃
〃Right。〃
〃That sounds impossible；〃 Lippincott said。 〃Everyone wants something。 What do you want？〃
〃None of your business。〃
〃Sounds reasonable although I don't understand it。 If you should ever want anything of me； please let me know because I want your help and somehow I think I'll figure out a way to get it。〃
Remo heard a scream from outside and he saw Lippincott switch on an inter。
〃It's all right； Miss Watkins。 No cause for alarm。〃
〃There's a madman in your office； Mr。 Lippincott。〃
〃It's all right。 First clear…talking man I've met since grandfather died。〃
〃I'll get the police。〃
〃Nonsense。 Get a doctor。 We have wounded men in here。 We don't need the police。〃 He switched off the inter。 〃A pleasure meeting you； Mr。 Mueller。〃
〃Same here；〃 said Remo。
〃If only these clowns knew how to talk to people。 That's the trouble with having so much money。 Everybody thinks they know what you want and they don't bother to find out what you really want。 They do all sorts of horrid things in your name。 I take it you're all right。〃
〃I'm fine；〃 said Remo。
〃You weren't going to destroy that Seurat； were you？〃
〃I was；〃 said Remo； returning the painting with dots。
〃To prove that money meant nothing to you； I suppose。〃
〃Yes；〃 said Remo。
〃I'll buy it back。〃
〃No need；〃 said Remo。 〃It wasn't mine to begin with；〃 and he left Lippincott's office feeling that if only people made their positions clear； half the problems in the world could be solved by reasonable men； reasoning together。
CHAPTER FOUR
When… Remo returned to the Berkshires； upstairs had left a message。 Chiun； who did not follow telephone codes； recognized the words 〃Aunt Mildred。〃
〃Aunt Mildred what； Chiun？〃 asked Remo。
〃Aunt Mildred。 I do not play your little word games。 If Dr。 Smith wishes to see you； why doesn't he just say； 'I wish to see you？' Instead； Aunt Mildred is very sorry she cannot e or Aunt Mildred will have dinner ready or Aunt Mildred will refurnish the blue room。〃
〃Do you remember which one？〃'
〃I do not；〃 said Chiun imperiously； as if Remo had overstepped his bounds by asking。
〃I only ask because one of the things you mentioned means we should run for our lives and another means that every thing is hunky dory。〃
〃Running for one's life is the surest way to lose it。〃
〃That's not the point； Chiun。 It's that they mean different things。〃
〃They mean nothing to me。〃
〃But they mean something to me。〃
〃Then you should be here to answer the telephone instead of fulfilling boasts；〃 answered Chiun； thus closing the conversation to his satisfaction。
Remo waited until early dawn for the phone to ring again； but it did not； and he was about to nap when he heard a car pull up to the driveway。 Just by the slow； careful and neat way it parked； by the careful opening of the door so as not to wear the hinges unduly； Remo knew that it was upstairs； Dr。 Harold W。 Smith； director of CURE。 The message must have been Aunt Mildred will have dinner ready。 That meant stay where you are。 Will contact in person。
〃I see Chiun got the message correct；〃 said Smith； not bothering to thank Remo for opening the door or even acknowledging his greeting。 〃You really shouldn't plain that he can't relay codes。 He did very well this time。 You're here。〃
Smith wore a dark suit and a white shirt and striped tie。 With the crispness of a mail clerk he walked onto the sun porch。 The sun was sending little red cracks into the gray early morning sky over Lake Patusick。
〃I don't suppose you have any coffee；〃 asked Smith。
〃Right。 We don't have coffee。 Want some cold duck？〃
〃Alcohol this early？〃
〃No alcohol。 Leftover duck from last night's dinner。〃
〃Sounds awful；〃 Smith said。
〃Tastes worse。〃
Remo eyed Smith and the small bulge in his left jacket pocket that looked like an overstuffed envelope。 He wondered how many people played small unknowing roles in collecting what went into that envelope。。。 a secretary who made an extra ine by adding a file in a magazine office that said Remo Mueller was a writer who could be counted on for Africa stories。。。 a banker who a month before had quietly opened a bank acc ount and a line of credit for a man he had never seen； but whose name was Remo Mueller and who came highly remended by friends。 CURE was in that envelope； hundreds of people doing little jobs and not knowing the overall picture。
〃I see you're interested in the envelope。 Your tickets to Busati and your passports are in here along with an article under your byline。 You should read it。 You wrote it。〃
〃I read it；〃 said Remo。
〃It hasn't been published yet。〃
〃Some clown who works for Lippincott showed it to me。 They offered to hire me。〃
〃Excellent。 Beyond my fondest hopes。 Perfect。 We had planned to get you into Busati as a journalist； let the blame fall on the magazine。 But working for Lippincott is even better。 For the first time； Remo； I see operations proceeding even better than planned； which is unusual for you。〃
〃I won't be working for Lippincott；〃 Remo said。 〃I sort of explained to him that I couldn't。〃
〃You met Laurence Butler Lippincott？〃 asked Smith； with a tinge of reverence in his voice that Remo resented。
〃Yeah。 I met Lippincott。 I threw a few of his employees at him。〃
〃You what？〃
〃I told him I didn't want to work for him。〃
〃But he'd make an excellent cover。 We need someone to take the heat if you get messy in Busati。〃
Remo shrugged。
〃You haven't even been mitted yet；〃 Smith groused； 〃and you've already created your first foul…up。〃
〃So； don't mit me；〃 said Remo and left the sun…porch for the refrigerator where he grabbed the carcass of a cold duck and a bowl of cold rice and； against previous warnings by Chiun； ate even though his mind was not at peace。 Smith had followed him into the kitchen。
Remo tore off a greasy drumstick and began to chew the mouthful into liquid。 The problem； Smith explained； was not just that James Forsythe Lippincott was missing in the Africa bush。 Those things happened。 CURE wouldn't bother to get involved for that； not even for a Lippincott。 No； a dangerous pattern was emerging。 Very dangerous。
Remo took a little ball of rice between his fingertips and placed it into his mouth。 How he would love a hamburger； he thought。
〃A pattern that could undermine the American people's faith in the ability of its government to protect them；〃 Smith said。
Perhaps if he mixed the rice and duck together in his mouth； thought Remo； it might taste better。
〃The basis of any government is the protection it gives its citizens；〃 Smith said。
Remo tried mixing a sliver of duck with a few grains of rice。
〃We don't have final proof； but we believe that someone is raiding America for slaves。〃
Perhaps if Remo washed down the duck and the rice with warm water。 Maybe that would improve it。
〃In the last year； several wealthy young girls from branches of the Lippincott family have met violent deaths。 Or at least we thought they had。 But now we have found out that the girls did not really die。 In their coffins there were other bodies。 We believe someone is somehow smuggling these girls out of the country to Africa； as slaves。 Sort of a reverse slavery。〃
Remo turned the water faucet on hot and filled a glass。 He sipped it and that didn't help either。
〃Reverse slavery？〃 he asked。
〃Yes；〃 Smith said。 〃Blacks taking whites。〃
〃Doesn't sound reve
