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.Who was she? There was ample evidence that she was Nalini Toshi, who although young, seemed to be the last survivor of an ancient cult of assassins who killed via venomous spiders.There was no one else left on the board.His computer beeped, and Smith froze his on-screen table and shrank it into a corner of the screen.An incoming news bulletin, siphoned off the wire services, was appearing.It was a report of a speech Senator Ned J.Clancy was giving upon his arrival at Washington National Airport.It was about HELP.Smith read the text through rimless eyeglasses and muttered, "The man sounds like he has begun his reelection campaign early."And then it hit Harold W.Smith.A motive.There was a motive for scaring the nation with a plague that defied analysis.A virus that did not exist in the first place.Smith knew that in the history of the human race, no cure had ever been found for a virus.The common cold, a virus so simple it killed no one but the very infirm, had never been cured despite intense medical research.But if the virus was a fraud, a fraudulent cure could be made to appear to succeed.And the man or woman who cured that virus would be a national hero.He would Page 92ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlbe lauded and lionized and there would be no stopping him.Even if he chose to ride his fame to the highest office in the land.And in that flash of realization, Harold W.Smith got his first inkling of who the Eldress was and why she had set into motion the events that were now culminating in CURE's enforcement arm about to infiltrate the Clancy family compound.Harold W.Smith removed his glasses and, closing his tired eyes, he murmured a heartfelt prayer.In his heart, he knew he had sent his enforcement arm after the wrong target.He only hoped they realized the truth in time.Chapter 25Darkness had fallen when Remo piloted his car over the Sagamore Bridge to Cape Cod, Massachusetts.They had flown to Boston, stopping to change clothes in their condominium castle.Chiun had taken the time to excavate a scroll from one of the many steamer trunks, which he immediately began to write on."We don't have time for this," Remo had said impatiently."It is important that the truth be recorded about Master Sambari and the Spider Divas," returned Chiun, setting up his ink stone and weighing down the four corners of the peeling scroll with polished sapphires."Why?""Because if we fail, future generations must know that the Spider Divas employed a certain perfume to mark their intended victims." He inscribed slashing strokes on the scroll.Remo blinked."What future generations? There's only you and me.""If I perish, I know you will be too lazy to record this important truth.I am only protecting your future pupil.Besides, your Hangul characters are atrocious.No one can read them.""If we don't get a move on," Remo warned, "we're going to blow this mission and we'll be out of a job.""I am nearly finished.And for what we must do, darkness will be our friend."Now they were driving through the Cape Cod darkness, past slant-roofed capes with their weathered cedar shingles.The Atlantic rushed and roared in the near distance.The moon was an ivory coin low on the horizon.As it rose in the sky, it seemed to grow in size.It was probably for the best, Remo had decided as they neared the Clancy compound, the tension going out of his body.Darkness would help them.Chiun had changed into a night black stalking kimino, with a slightly shorter skirt and high sleeves.Remo wore the traditional two-piece fighting outfit of the night tigers of Sinanju's early days.Chiun, noticing Remo's slow relaxing, said, "You have no qualms about facing the temptress Nalini?""I owe her for what she tried to do to me," said Remo, not taking his eyes off the road."And for murdering Parsons.""You care for her still?"Remo frowned."I hardly got to know her.A one-night stand.Big deal.""Your words mask your hurt."Remo was silent a long time."She's mine.""If you will have her.""I have no problem taking out somebody who tried to dump me in the boneyard,"Remo said tightly."You will be able to prove this very shortly," the Master of Sinanju said in a warning tone.Remo said nothing.His flat dark eyes, fixed on the road ahead, were as unreadable as obsidian chips.On either side of the road, Cape Cod saltbox cottages whisked by like mausoleums.Chapter 26Seamus O'Toole was head of security for the Clancy family.Page 93ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlHe was of solid, Irish-Catholic stock, born and bred in South Boston.For twenty years he had walked a beat on Broadway, from the quiet days of the early 1960s through the tumultuous events of the busing crisis to the day they found his police cruiser parked behind the Gillette factory, with Seamus slumped over the wheel, two quarts of good Irish whiskey burning in his belly.He had not responded to the officer down radio call and because of his dereliction of duty, a gut-shot rookie had bled to death.At the hearing, he was thrown off the force without so much as a by-your-leave.After twenty good years.And for what? The one who had died was only an Italian
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