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"Do you know what a drag it is being able to one-putt every green?" he said. "I liked golf better when I used to miss a shot once in a while."
"You know, Yank," the colonel said with a faint sneer. "When this is all over .."
"If you guard yourselves the way you guarded Pruiss in that hospital," Remo said, "when this is all over, you'll be lucky to be alive."
"You Americans are always pushy," the colonel said. He fingered the stock of his submachine gun. "When this is over, just you and me."
Remo smiled at him, then putted another ball across the floor. It stopped, touching the first practice putt.
"You don't seem worried, Yank," the colonel said.
"I told you," Remo said. "I never miss. One putt all the time."
"I'm not talking about your bleeding golf game," the colonel said. "I'm talking about big things. Life and death."
"If you want something big, you ought to try a twenty-dollar Nassau with presses on the back nine," Remo said.
"Life and death," the colonel insisted. "You know how many men I've killed?"
Remo putted another ball. It stopped touching the first two.
"I've seen what you killed," Remo said. "Untrained ninnies who couldn't tie their own shoes. People who signed up to be soldiers so they could eat anybody they captured. The Cubans are probably the worst fighters in the world, except for the French, and when they got to Africa, they kicked your ass and sent all you make-believe field marshals home."
The colonel took a step forward and put his foot in the line of Remo's putt.
Remo dropped another ball on the floor and putted it across the carpet, with a chopping up and down stroke. The ball squirted off the putter head and skidded across the floor. When it reached the colonel's shoe, the back english took effect and the ball hopped into the air, over the shoe, and stopped dead still on the far side, next to the three other balls.
"Will you put that bloody putter down?" the colonel snarled.
"Don't have to," Remo said.
The colonel growled in anger, reached down and snatched one of the golf balls from the carpet. He filing it across the ten feet of space separating himself and Remo. The white, rock-hard ball sped in on Remo's face. He turned his body slightly toward the left and raised his left hand in a buzz-saw motion. The ball was intercepted by Remo's hand. It hit the hand without a sound and seemed to hang on the side of Remo's open palm for a moment. Then he dropped his hand and two halves of the golf ball fell to the floor, sliced neatly in two as if by a surgical laser beam.
The three men looked at the golf ball in shock.
"Guard outside," Remo said again softly.
They turned toward the door.
"Colonel," Remo said. The mercenary officer, his face drained of color, turned to meet Remo's eyes.
"That was a good ball," Remo said. "A Titleist DT. I'm docking your account a dollar thirty-five."


Theodosia had put Remo in a bedroom on one side of Wesley Pruiss and Chiun in a room on the other. Her room was down past Remo's and Rachmed Baya Barn's was the farthest down the corridor.
When Remo got upstairs, the Indian had already gone to bed because he said his nerves had been shattered by the American propensity for violence. He could easily, sirrr, have been killed before his mission in life had been accomplished.
Chiun hissed to Remo, "That means as long as there is still a dollar loose in this country."
Theodosia had put Pruiss to sleep and Remo and Chiun headed for their separate rooms.
"Which one of you is staying with Wesley?" she asked.
"I don't like sharing a bed," Chiun said. "I sleep on my mat."
"But somebody's got to stay in his room," she said. She looked at Remo helplessly.
"No, we don't," Remo said. "Nobody can get within a hundred feet of this room without us knowing it. Don't worry about it." She did not look convinced.
"Look, if you want to do something," Remo said, "pull down the shades in his bedroom. If that makes you feel better."
When she came back out of Pruiss's room, she told Remo: "You forgot your weapons."
"No, we didn't."
"Where are they?"
"They're always with us," Remo said.
"Show me," Theodosia said.
"They're secret," Remo said. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his black chinos.
"Let me have a good night's sleep," she said. "What kind of weapons do you use?"
Chiun paused at his bedroom door.
"The most deadly weapons known to mankind," he said. He went inside. Theodosia looked at Remo.
"The same weapons we used to get through those steel windows at the hospital," Remo said.
"You've brought them?"
"Yes. Never travel without them," Remo said.
Theodosia looked at him suspiciously. "You're sure you can tell if Wesley's in any danger?"
"Sure I'm sure. If it makes you feel any better, I'll sleep with my door open tonight."
He smiled and she shrugged.
"I hope you're worth what I'm paying you," she said. She sounded sure he wasn't.
He took his hands from his pockets and held her soft hands in his, stroking the knuckles with his thumbs.