Durell's plane tickets were for the morning flight. All his reports had been filed, encoded, and cabled to General McFee in Washington. He thought of how nothing was ever tied up in pink ribbons, neatly and completely, in his business. He sighed. His wounded arm ached. He felt tired.
Red Rod watched him. "It is no use wondering about Pan or Madame Hung, Durell. Whatever happens, they will not be within your reach or mine. It was a pleasant vacation, going into the jungle with you, but now we must each return to where we came from. I shall remember my little trip with you for a long time."
Durell knew he was right.
"Moreover," said Red Rod, and he smiled his ghastly smile again, "I have invited a charming friend, a young woman, to join us. I am sure you will like her."
"It is I," said Durell formally, "who will be honored to have dinner with your family. I accept with pleasure."
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