"Destroyer - 025 - Sweet Dreams" - читать интересную книгу автора (Murphy Warren)

While Remo tried to explain, about how he was discontented even though perfect, Chiun turned and watched the dart game.

The board was an old-fashioned American dart board, a large pie divided up into twenty equal slices. Each wedge-shaped slice was cut up again into three arc-like pieces. The largest one, closest to the center of the board, counted one point; the next, red arc, counted two points, and the smallest arc, another white one on the outside of the board, counted three points.

The two men were playing baseball with each man taking turns throwing three darts at the sections of the board number one through nine.

A man with an electrified Afro was leaning forward over the shooting line, when he sensed Chiun's eyes on him, and he rocked back on his heels and turned to the aged Oriental.

"Whuffo you staring at me?" he demanded.

"I was just watching you throw those needles," Chiun said pleasantly.

The man nodded as if vindicated and turned back to the board.

"And wondering why you do not learn to do it correctly," Chiun said.

"Heh, heh," the man said. He looked at his playing partner who chuckled too, and explained to Chiun: "Willie's the best in the bar."

"Maybe the best in town," Willie said.

"Think how much better you would be if you knew what you were doing," Chiun said.

"Chiun," Remo said, "will you stop fooling around? The least you could do is pay attention to what we're talking about."

"I already have a house," Chiun said. "I'm sure that you and the emperor will make everything come out all right. I am just trying to help this awkward one. Willie."

Ting. Ting. Ting.

Formica chips flew on the table as the three wooden darts slammed through the covering and buried themselves in the wood beneath.

"There you go, old man, you so smart, you show me."

Remo reached over and pulled the three darts from the table. He snapped the pointed metal tips off each one and then tossed them back to Willie.

"Stop fooling around," Remo said. "Can't you see I'm buying a house? Why don't you go to the welfare office? Today's check day."

Remo turned back to Smith. "No house, no work, that's it, case closed," he said.

Smith shrugged. "You realize, of course, that your security will be greatly compromised by a house. That was part of the program in the first place, your continuing to move around, from place to place, so no one would be able to track you down. That's why you're not supposed to ever return to Folcroft."

"It's different now," Remo said. "Suppose somebody does track me down? What are they going to do?"

"Kill you," Smith said.

"Damn right, I kill you, honkey. You ruined one sweet set of darts on me," Willie said, approaching the table.

Remo shook his head at Smith. "Nobody can kill me," he said.

"I kill you, honkey," Willie shrieked. "Them was good darts."