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〃You began as looks。〃
〃Remo。 I want you tonight。 Very much。 But please； I do not want you ing in and taking me。 I do not want you thinking you can just walk in and take me。〃
〃Was that what you were frightened of？〃
〃No。 Of course not。 I told you。 Tomorrow night。〃
〃I could take you now。〃
〃Yes。〃
〃And you would not like it？〃
〃I would love it。 But please。〃
Suddenly the phone rang。 It was a jarring； persistent ring and Remo reached to rip the cord out of the wall； but Deborah got to the phone first and out of his arms。 She played shield with the phone while she talked。
〃Yes；〃 she said。 〃Yes。 Yes。 Dammit。 Are you sure？ Does it have to be that way？ Yes。 I'm sorry。 Yes； yes。 Ofcourse。 Of course。〃
She hung up the phone and cocked her head。 〃There is nothing like a telephone to protect chastity。 Tomorrow； Remo。〃
And Remo acquiesced like a gentleman。 Gently he took the phone in the palm of his left hand and with an ungentlemanly right hand brought the palm edge down and through； cracking the receiver and the carriage。 Then he split the fucking insides in a screeching gaggle of colored wires。
〃Tomorrow；〃 he said sweetly and dropped the two halves of the great American technology on the floor。
Deborah smiled。 〃Oh； you big frightening man。 You're so terrifying。〃 And she went to him and kissed him and tugged him； like a little boy to the door。 〃Oh； you're such a terror。 Cracking telephones and beating up motorcycle people。 Oh； you're so terrible。〃 She gave him a playful punch in the stomach； kissed him with finality on the lips； spun him around out the door； where the insects were still trying to gather a quorum； and shut the door； disposing of the most perfect human weapon in a nation's arsenal like a little toy top。
And Remo loved it。 He told himself he would not think about the first time he had really met MacCleary； who had posed as a priest in Remo's death cell and offered the pill of life on the end of a cross； MacCleary； who had engineered his supposed death only to bring him to what the world thought was a sanitarium to begin training that would never end； MacCleary who had made the incredibly stupid mistake of being vulnerable； MacCleary； who being vulnerable； had to be killed。
MacCleary。 Remo Williams' first assignment and the only one he was unable to plete。 MacCleary who had wound up doing Remo's job by using his hooked arm to rip tubings from his own throat in a hospital bed。 MacCleary； the stupid bastard who believed that it was right to die for a tomorrow where his type would not be needed。 MacCleary； who by his death； had sealed Remo Williams into his new life just as surely as if the bandages covering his fatal wounds now bound Remo。
Remo Williams who had not missed an assignment since。 Remo Williams。 Who if Dial…a…Prayer in Chicago should have said something from Deuteronomy that noon； would have visited that night with Deborah； taken her on a quiet walk。 And killed her。
But the good Reverend had not read from Deuteronomy and Smith had given him a day off； a day from peak。 And it was the good warm August of Virginia。 He would spend tomorrow with Deborah； and he would make a beautiful day。 It was more than many people had。
But then Dr。 Nils Brewster found the body of Dr。 James Ratchett。
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Dr。 James Ratchett had always imagined Ms death would be a dramatic affair。
In his youth； he had visions of stark white hospital beds where he forgave people。 Dying； he forgave his parents； then his sister。 Sometimes he would fantasize dying with a curse； ripping out the tubing from his swollen arm and refusing life。
His mother would promptly slash her wrists； his sister would carry an indelible wound for life。 And his father？ Damn his father。 Even in fantasies； he could not imagine his father being very interested in anything James did。 Even in fantasy； his father would be telephoned at his Wall Street office； the message taken by his trim； attractive secretary。 She would tell him at 6：30 that night over cocktails； before retiring to their apartment。
〃Ripped it out of his arm； you say？；〃 his father would ask。 〃Cursed me on his death bed？ Hmmm。 Never knew little James had it in him。〃
James was nine when he had these fantasies。 When he was fourteen； he had different fantasies。 It was his father in a hospital bed； and James was ripping the tubing from his father's arm； because he had just realized what a filthy； hairy； grotesque pig he was。
At fourteen； James had made concoctions。 He would give them to friends。 He once gave a concoction to a neighbor's boy； five years younger than he。 The boy was in a a for three days and James was sent where people made sure you didn't brew poisons for younger boys to drink。
They sent him to the Bilsey School； Dorchester； England； where proper young English gentlemen went …through a homosexual phase。 For James； it was not a phase。 Denied chemical equipment and chemicals； he devoted himself to theorizing about them。 He continued this at Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute in upstate New York where he； had all the equipment he needed； but remained addicted to theory； it being so much cleaner and neater。
He received a science degree from Harvard and a doctorate in theoretical chemistry from M。I。T。 His senior thesis won him international fame and his evening activities earned him three suspended sentences for contributing to the delinquency of minors。 To get the last two sentences suspended was extremely expensive； exhausting his inheritance。 This meant he could not continue toward his doctorate in mathematics。 He would have to teach。 Teaching meant constantly dealing with people； perhaps as much as five hours a week。
Then came Brewster Forum。 He could design his own cottage。 Of course； Dr。 Brewster understood how people's tastes varied and why not be sensible？ And Dr。 James Ratchett found a home； and sometimes even an audience for his hypnotism which he had learned as a child under the mistaken impression that it would guarantee him endless lovers。
But the hypnotism of the night before had left a malignant； gnawing remembrance of something just about to be remembered； but reluctant to e forward。 It was a cry of ready or not； here I e； and then nothing came。
So。 He would wrestle it away from his memory。 To do so； one must be prepared。 You do not grab a thought like a little boy's neck。 You tease it； coax it。 Ignore it。 You make yourself very fortable without it and then it jumps forward to join the party。
Dr。 James Ratchett undressed and left his clothes outside his very special room。 It was a masterpiece of engineering； that room； a white bowl shape； upholstered all around with white vinyl； over a layer of water that cushioned the floors and the rounded walls as high up as a man could reach。 Ratchett's acquaintances called it his womb…room but he thought of it as his den。
Into the room； he had brought his pipe with a sliver of hashish。 The pipe lit when he pressed a button； and Ratchett brought the smoke deep down into his lungs and held his breath。 He became aware of his limbs： how distant they were and how he was holding his breath。 He was holding his breath forever and his head felt nothing。 Noth