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"I smell Smitty's hand in this," Remo said.
At the palace itself they encountered little resistance. Remo and Chiun made their way into the small auditorium where they had left Smith. Everyone but Smith was gone.
The CURE director lay unconscious on the floor. Remo and Chiun hurried over to him. After a moment of Chiun's ministrations, Smith came around. "Stop him, Remo," Smith said weakly.
"Stop who, Smitty?" Remo asked gently.
"That man who claimed to be a British agent. After I faxed the pertinent details of the planted bombs to the French authorities, he knocked me out." With Remo's help, Smith climbed uncertainly to his feet. "It is as I feared," he said, inspecting the computer.
The monitor had been pushed to the floor and was smashed. The chassis of the drive system had been pried open. Parts had been wrenched from inside.
"He has taken the hard drive," Smith said, looking into the guts of the system. "Anything we might have recovered from it is lost."
"Did I not mention that he was a Hun?" Chiun sniffed in an I-told-you-so tone.
"That information would have been invaluable to us," Smith said. "With it, I would have been able to track down this elusive IV organization."
Remo shook his head. "Whoever he was, he's long gone now," he said. "We'll have to get them another way. I think your big concern right now is your wife."
"Maude," Smith gasped. He had forgotten all about her.
"That was her name, last I heard," Remo said. Smith glanced around, suddenly realizing the significance of where they were. "Remo, you must get me out of here. I cannot be discovered in the presidential palace of France. There would be too many questions to answer."
"Okay, Smitty, on one condition."
"What?" Smith asked warily.
"Before you finish your vacation, could you pick me and Chiun up a snow globe of the Eiffel Tower?"
"One each," Chiun said quickly.
"One each," Remo agreed with a nod.
"I will see what I can do," Smith said. Smiling, Remo escorted Smith from the palace. For the first time in days, he felt good.
EPILOGUE
Adolf Kluge glanced furtively around the airport terminal in Antwerp, Belgium.
He didn't think he had been followed. Although, he realized bitterly, the men who would be following him would be invisible to him until it was too late.
He had destroyed the hard drive with its crucial IV financial information before leaving France. That would buy him some time. If not for the arrival of French officials on the scene, he would have finished off the man known as Smith.
As it was, Smith was old. It was possible that he would die as a result of the vicious blow Kluge had given him.
He hoped this was so.
Kluge was traveling now under an assumed name. His flight would take him to Spain and then on to Venezuela in South America. From there he would take a short flight to Argentina.
He hoped the men from Sinanju weren't waiting for him when he arrived. Thanks to Schatz, he had much to do in preparation for their inevitable visit.
A voice in French called out his flight on the public-address system.
He still saw no sign of either Remo or Chiun. They were not following him. Now.
Hurrying, Adolf Kluge made his way to the departure gate.
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