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Remo knew he was opening a door。 〃What word？〃 he said； preparing himself for the deserved consequences。
〃Bullshit；〃 said Dr。 Hirshbloom sweetly。
〃That's unfair； Deborah。〃
〃That is your name； Remo； it is bullshit should you deny it to your grave。 They called for you。 They challenged you。 And they got you。 Or； as you will； you got them。〃
〃They went for me first so that they could get to you。 Certainly you are aware of a situation like that。 Russia attacking us through Israel。〃
〃Why must you put everything on an international level？ You're sitting here； asking my schedule； obviously not to protect me because you know I do not need your protection。 So why else would you want to know where you can reach me； except to do me harm？ Right？〃
〃Bullshit。〃
〃Hah。 Mr。 Pelham。。。。〃
〃Remo； remember。〃
〃All right； Remo。 Good night。〃
〃Deborah； I would like to see you again。〃
〃I'm certain you will。 But； please。 Not in such frightening fashion as the other day； or such annoying fashion as tonight。〃
〃Frightening？ You were frightened？ You didn't seem frightened？〃
〃Now I am terrified because now T know you even had time to look around at me and the other scenery。〃 Deborah sat calm； but a cool formal smile set it。 It did not change； and Remo recognized the personal control people develop when they are faced frequently with danger。 They develop it； or they die； or they are incredibly lucky。
〃All right。 I had time to look around。 Suppose that is so。 Suppose my defense was really an attack。 Suppose all those things。〃
〃Then suppose； Mr。 Pelham； you're not a policeman。〃
〃All right； suppose that。〃
〃Then you must be something else。〃
〃Then I'm something else。〃
〃Then I don't feel fortable。 I do not feel fortable； seeing an approach to attack which I recognize； and then seeing added an awesome ability to do things that I do not recognize at all。 I was truly afraid the other afternoon； Mr。 Pelham。 And I was afraid of you。 I am afraid of you now。〃
〃Strange for a psychiatrist。〃
〃I am tired also； Mr。 Pelham。 Good night。 I do not know what you are really here for。 Perhaps it is even to be； as you say； a security officer。 But I have seen your like before。 When I was a little girl； a volunteer from America。 He taught us that set； and two days ago I saw it on you。〃
Chiun in Israel？ Impossible。 The set？ It was not Chiun who taught the set； the apparently awkward foot alignment that made you look as if you were about to step backward when really you moved forward。 That was not Chiun。 The first days of training after the electrocution were。。。。 Of course； the set。 Conn MacCleary。 Conn MacCleary in Israel？
Deborah rose to usher Remo to the door。 Remo remained seated。
〃This man； did you like him？〃 Remo asked。
〃As a matter of fact； the whole village loved him。 But he is dead now； a fate that awaits us all。 It is really only a question of when。 And toward extending that when； we are all devoted； no？〃
〃Where did this man die？〃
〃You seem very interested in this man。 Why？〃
〃Perhaps I knew him。〃
〃If you did I would not have to fear you anymore because he was a good man。 That is what we all remem … 〃bered about him most。 He was a good man。 What he did for his livelihood does not attract good men that often。 He was rare。 And he died。 And I believe he probably died sooner than he should。 Because good men do not often live long lives in some situations。〃
Her voice was softer now and Remo detected a break； the quiver of emotion stronger than one expects； a memory that remains forever too fresh。
〃This good man；〃 Remo said； 〃had he lost a hand？〃
〃Yes；〃 said Deborah。
〃And was his name Conn MacCleary？〃
〃Yes；〃 said Deborah； and she shut the door she had opened。 〃You knew him then？〃
〃Yes；〃 said Remo。 〃I knew him。〃
〃You were in the American intelligence then？〃
〃No； no；〃 Remo said。 〃I knew him。 I knew him once。〃
〃Do you know how he died？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃They said it was in a hospital。〃
〃It was。 It was。 In a hospital。〃
And Deborah's face became a smile and warmth and tenderness； a delicate joy that people who can understand beautiful things bestow upon their surroundings。
〃It is funny； and since you remember Conn； so typical；〃 she said； taking the chair facing Remo。 〃When he came to our village； it was just before independence when the five Arab armies attacked； and we had； I think； one rifle for five men in our village； or something like that。 I was very young。〃
〃Of course；〃 Remo said。
〃Of course；〃 Deborah laughed。 〃Well； he had volunteered to give special training to people； I am not at liberty to disclose what； and we were all waiting for him。 Anxious。 Everybody was anxious。 My uncle would say： 'When the American arrives here； he will show you all what technology is。 Wait and see。 American organization。' So it is supposed to be a big secret and so naturally everybody knows about it and is waiting for his arrival。 Like a weling mittee for his secret entrance into our village。 Well； he is driven up in the back of a car； and I do not know if you know how valuable a car was to us then； but you can imagine； and Conn is in the back seat and you will never guess。。。。〃
〃He was drunk；〃 Remo supplied matter of factly。
Deborah guffawed and slapped Remo's knee。 Tears began to form in her eyes and she struggled to talk through the laughter。
Remo added quickly： 〃Sure。 I told you I knew Conn MacCleary。〃
And his casual way of saying this threw Deborah into an hysterical reach for the table to steady herself。 〃Drunk；〃 she finally said。 〃He was passed out drunk。 You should have seen the look on Uncle David's face。 He kept asking the driver if this was the right man and the driver kept nodding。 We found out later he had been drinking since Tokyo where he had been mustered out； I think it was a month before。 Drunk？ He reaked。 I mean when they carried him out everyone stepped back he smelled so badly。〃
〃Conn MacCleary；〃 Remo said。
〃He was one of a kind。 It took him three days to realize where he was。〃
〃There must have been a lot of pressure then。〃
〃Well； not really so much for us。 Our training thing was for something else。 I think we all believed that we would win。 Although it was frightening and I was； at the time。。。。〃
〃After all； a young girl。〃
〃Of course。 Otherwise I would be an old woman instead of the incredibly attractive； beautiful young woman that I am now。〃
〃Of course。 You know you are beautiful。〃
〃e。 Stop that。 I gave you a MacCleary story。 Now you give me one。〃
〃Well； the first time I saw Conn；〃 Remo said； conveniently planning to leave out details； 〃was。。。。 No； let me see。 The first time。〃
〃No。 The second time；〃 Deborah said。 〃The first you won't tell me and that's all right。 So tell me the second tune。〃
Okay。 So she believed he was with the CIA or the FBI。 So what？ That was to be expected from the kind of work they were doing here anyway。 He had used CIA as a cover before anyhow。
〃Okay；〃 Remo said。 〃I was ing…to in a hospital bed and he was wheeling hi this great dinner with lobster and booze。〃
〃For someone in a hospital bed？〃
〃This is Conn MacCleary we're talking about。〃
〃Yes；〃 Deborah agreed with a nod。
〃And he la