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."You?""Me.""I never saw a killer who looked like you.""You never saw a killer who killed like me," Chiun said reasonably."What do we do now?""You have a television set?""Right behind you."The Master of Sinanju turned."I see no such thing," he sniffed."The cabinet.It's a projection TV.You lift it by the handle."Puzzled, the Master of Sinanju walked over to a false wood table with a hand slot on the top, He reached in, and the hinged top lifted, exposing not the glass tube of the usual TV set, but a large white screen.Then the Master of Sinanju saw the familiar knobs.He pressed the On button.The news appeared on the screen and Chiun quickly changed the channel."What are you doing?""I am trying to find one of my beautiful dramas of happier days.I did not bring my tapes with me, alas.""Beautiful dramas?""Is Edge of Darkness still shown?""I think it was canceled."Chiun's face wrinkled."It was probably the violence.It had fallen far from the heights of Mrs.Lapon's hysterectomy, and the unfortunate drug addiction of her son, who she mistakenly believed was fathered by her ex-husband, and not Darryl, the doctor.""Who's going to protect me while you watch the soaps?""Me, of course.""And what am I supposed to be doing?""Sitting here recovering from your unfortunate exposure to ugly metal objects.""You're going to guard me and watch soaps at the same time?""Masters of Sinanju are ambidextrous," said Chiun, flipping the channel Page 51ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlselector in search of something familiar."Masters of what?""Sinanju,""Sinanjew? You don't look Jewish," said Ferris D'Orr."That is because I am not Jewish.""Good.I don't like Jews.""My ancestors would agree with you.They never got any work from the House of David.Herod was another matter."A round balding face appeared in the big TV screen just in time to receive a thrown grapefruit."Ah, they are on TV too," Chiun said pleasurably."I saw them before in a movie.They must be very popular.""Them? Those are the Three Stooges, aren't they?""They are wonderful," said the Master of Sinanju, settling onto the couch.He arranged his kimono skirts modestly se that they covered his legs.Ferris D'Orr watched as the three men on the screen hit one another over the head with an assortment of blunt objects, chased each other through a house, and climaxed their antics with an ink-squirting duel.The Master of Sinanju cackled happily."I love them.They are so.so.""Stupid," Ferris supplied."So American," said Chiun."You like American stuff, huh?" asked Ferris D'Orr."American stuff is an acquired taste, I know, but I am trying.""Well, if I were you, I'd get a change of clothes.You dress like a sissy."The Master of Sinanju restrained his anger at the white metallurgist.No doubt he was still suffering from his exposure to the laboratory."Alas," he said."I have only one decent kimono left.Do you know a good tailor?""There's gotta be at least one decent one in this city.""After this is over, we will visit him.""Can't," said Ferris D'Orr."I'm supposed to stay here.This is the safe house, remember?""Where would you feel safer," countered Chium, "alone in this house where killers can walk through the door with impunity, or on the street with the Master of Sinanju?"Ferris D'Orr remembered his inability to budge the nebulizer and how the funny little Oriental had dragged him out of the lab with no apparent effort."No contest.I'll call a cab," he said.Chapter 15The phone rang on the desk of Dr.Harold W.Smith.Smith jerked away from his video screen.It was the regular line, not the direct connection to the White House.Smith looked at his watch.It was after eleven p.m.That meant his wife.He decided to ignore it.But when the phone continued to ring, shattering his concentration, Smith relented."Yes, dear?""Who is she?" Mrs.Smith demanded, her voice clogged with emotion."Again?""The other woman.You can't hide it anymore, Harold.First you develop a sudden interest in me, now you're out at all hours.Is it your secretary? That Mikulka woman?"In spite of himself, Harold Smith burst out laughing."Harold? What is it? Are you choking? If you're choking, hand this phone to whoever the tramp is.Maybe she knows the Heimlich maneuver.""I [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]