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Easier to have someone more professional do it, march us out of here and do it.'

'There's a guard downstairs in the lobby. He'd know.'

'It's my guess the guard won't be there. They'll take him by-surprise and put him away somewhere.

Then they'll come up for us.'

Victoria's eyes roved the paneled study. 'Hannah, there must be some way out.'



'You know it's impossible,' said Hannah helplessly. 'We spent hours last night, after he left, checking every inch of the walls, the room. There's no way out until someone takes us out.'

Victoria ceased her pacing. 'I - I don't care about myself, Hannah, I honestly don't. I'm sorry for you.'

'Never mind about me -'

'But what sickens me most is thinking of all of them in that plane - my father, and a man I love, truly love, and the President himself and all the rest of those innocent people. Nothing like this, nothing, has ever happened in history. Hannah, it mustn't happen.'

'Maybe it won't,' said Hannah as kindly as she could.

'But you think it will?'

'I'm afraid it will. What's to prevent it? There's not a thing we can do.' She closed her eyes. 'We've lost.'

Four hours earlier, an eerie scene had taken place.

The eeriest in his experience, Armstead decided as he allowed Gus Pagano to guide him into the vaulted living room of the dilapidated wooden mansion on the outskirts of Newport, Rhode Island.

Armstead, adorned with wig and false mustache and gla.s.ses, had arrived in a leased Learjet, been met by Pagano in a nondescript Dodge sedan, and been driven through the town to this crumbling, 243 isolated twenty-two-room mansion. The Carlos vanguard had rented it from an absentee landlord, and had used it as the base of operations and as a safe house.

Leaving Armstead in the living room, Pagano explained, 'It's perfect. No outsiders ever come here, and we'll fly Matsuda to the Bahamas from the private airport runway which, as you know, is only a short ride away. Everything is in readiness, and time is running out, so the meeting will have to be short. But he insisted on the meeting before going ahead.'

'Okay by me,' said Armstead.

'You've got what he wants?' asked Pagano.

'No problem.'

'Wait here. I'll get him.'

Pagano left the room, and Armstead was alone, marveling at his surroundings. This room had probably hosted the likes of Diamond Jim Brady, James Gordon Bennett, Jay-Gould ... a pantheon of giants. He studied the once elegant run-down nineteenth-century furniture, and was amused that the original china cuspidors with their hand-painted flowers still rested in their places.

Ancient history.

Armstead strutted to the center of the room. He was living history, and after today no media Hall of Fame would fail to award him its most prominent pedestal.

He heard someone enter, and he wheeled to greet his star.

Instead of one, there were two of them advancing toward him. The first he recognized as Robert Jacklin, whom he had not seen since Istanbul and who had been directing the entire operation for Carlos. The second was the star, a diminutive, bowlegged, elderly j.a.panese, perhaps five feet two, perhaps sixty-five years of age, attired in a leather helmet bearing the emblem of the Rising Sun and an ill-fitting dark business suit, the jacket carrying another representation of the Rising Sun, a felt badge of the Nipponese Imperial Air Force of 1945.

'Mr. Walter Zimberg,' said Jacklin curtly, 'Flight Lieutenant Yosuke Matsuda, once of the j.a.panese Special Attack Corps and the leader of your mission.'

Armstead offered his hand and an uncertain smile. Lieutenant Matsuda took his hand and shook it heartily, offering a wide grin that revealed an upper row of gold teeth.

'He speaks limited English,' Jacklin said. 'Understands almost none. However, I am fluent in j.a.panese and will help out, since it's necessary.'

'Good,' said Armstead. He was fascinated by the lieutenant's gold teeth. 'How could he afford those teeth?'

'Prewar gift paid for by his parents.'

'Okay,' said Armstead.

'I will explain what has brought him here. Flight Lieutenant Yosuke Matsuda was stationed at Konoya Air Base, a member of the 721st Air Group and of a suicide squadron sent out against a United States Aircraft carrier on April 17,1945. Matsuda's a.s.signment was to make a kamikaze a.s.sault on the aircraft carrier in his Suisei 4YI dive bomber, driving his plane with its 520-pound bomb attached to the fuselage into the carrier's bridge tower where President 244 Franklin D. Roosevelt was supposed to be stationed as an observer.'

'Hold on,' said Armstead. 'When did that happen?'

'On April 17, 1945.'

'But President Roosevelt was dead by then. President Truman -'

Jacklin wagged a finger. 'You and I know that, but Lieutenant Matsuda did not know it at the time.

The main fact is that Matsuda failed to carry out his mission. At the last minute, going into his final dive, he lost his nerve. He did not want to die. He had a bride waiting for him in Tokyo. He wanted to return alive to her. So he aborted his kamikaze attack, avoided the carrier's bridge and crash-landed it in the water. He was picked up alive and made a prisoner of war. After the war he was released to go back home and join his bride. But he had disgraced himself, was without honor, and in the years after was never able to obtain gainful employment. He and his wife and their three children have lived in poverty in all the years since. His wife is a cripple. Lieutenant Matsuda has lived for one thing. To find a means of providing security for his wife and children. He let it be known that if he had a kamikaze a.s.signment to perform over again, he would do it if it would bring him what he needed, an annuity for his family. When Carlos heard of this from the j.a.panese Red Army he contacted the old aviator, and kept him under wraps for a day when he might be useful.

The day-has come.'

Armstead continued to eye the bantam, grinning j.a.panese uncertainly. 'What if he aborts this mission, like he did the first one?'

'No chance of that,' said Jacklin. 'His only desire is to provide for his family. Also, there is the matter of honor, as he will tell you. He is even carrying an omamori in his pocket.'

'A what?'

'The wooden Buddhist good luck charm, to guarantee success of the mission.'

Observing that Armstead seemed satisfied, Jacklin addressed Lieutenant Matsuda in j.a.panese.

Matsuda jabbered back in j.a.panese. Jacklin faced Armstead. 'Yes, he says that he is ready to go right now, carry out the mission, if you will prove to him that you have made the deposit on the DKB -the Dai-Ichi Kanayo Bank - in Tokyo for one million American dollars.'

'It is taken care of,' said Armstead, withdrawing the DKB receipt from inside his jacket pocket.

'Here is a duplicate of the receipt. The money is in his wife's name. Your representative in Tokyo is presenting the original to his wife today.'

Jacklin took the receipt and showed it to the j.a.panese pilot. Matsuda read it, and finis.h.i.+ng, offered his s.h.i.+ning mouthful of gold teeth. Matsuda spoke in j.a.panese.

'I will interpret,' said Jacklin. 'He is satisfied. He thanks you. But he wishes you to know, as I told you he would, that there is also a point a honor involved.'

'What point of honor?'

'Long ago he failed to fulfill a mission as he had been ordered. He welcomes this second opportunity, to kill a different President, namely Mr. Callaway. This time he will succeed. Have no concern. He will carry it out.'

Armstead's attention lingered on the j.a.panese uneasily. 'He looks so ridiculous. Is he capable?'

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'Perfectly. Sufficiently trained to bring the new jet fighter to the target.'

'How was he trained?' Armstead wondered. 'And the plane, how are you getting the plane?'

'Not too difficult,' said Jacklin. 'We bought off one of Castro's pilots for a large sum. Right about now he's starting on a routine training mission, but instead of returning to base in Cuba he'll defect and land on a deserted airstrip in the Bahamas. Never mind where - the drug syndicate also uses it, and they don't want the location publicized. There the defector will be met by our people and replaced by Lieutenant Matsuda here, who'll take over.' Jacklin tapped his wrist.w.a.tch. 'We must hurry to the airport if we're to be on schedule.'

He took the little j.a.panese by the arm. The j.a.panese showed his gleaming teeth a last time. 'Tenno banzai,' he said with restraint, inoffensively, and he swaggered out of the room with Jacklin.

Five minutes later Armstead walked away from the mansion with Pagano. When they reached the car Armstead said, 'You'll be flying back to New York with me. You haven't forgotten?'

'I haven't forgotten,,' said Pagano.

'Here are the two keys,' said Armstead. 'One to let your men into the penthouse. The other to let them into the study. The second we're back in New York, you'll turn the keys over to them.'

'It's set, boss, don't worry.'

Armstead climbed into the front seat. 'There can't be any slipup.'

'There won't be. The bodies will never be found.' He trotted around to the other side of the car and crawled in behind the wheel.

Armstead touched him. 'Gus -?'

'Yeah?'

'They won't feel it, will they?'

'Won't feel a thing, I promise. Just like Nesbit. No pain. No nothing. Relax, boss. The j.a.p will take care of the big story. I'll take care of the rest. Have yourself a smoke. Sit back and enjoy.'

He started the car, and they drove off.

In the sealed study of the Armstead penthouse, the two women had resigned themselves to the inevitable.

Hannah sat hunched on the couch. Victoria slumped in an armchair. Both were paralyzed by la.s.situde and helplessness.

Victoria was hypnotized by the clock on Armstead's desk. She followed the darts of the minute hand. One more dart. Victoria squirmed.

'They are taking off,' she intoned.

In a state of daze, Hannah raised her head. 'Who?'

'Air Force One from Andrews Air Force Base in Maryland. It's exactly nine o'clock. Air Force One is taking off with all of them. I guess that means the ex-kamikaze is taking off too.' She rearranged 246 herself in the armchair to speak directly to her companion. 'I guess that means your husband will be sending someone for us.'

'I suppose so.'

Victoria gave her first show of spirit in hours. 'When they come - Hannah, I'm not going to let them take me out anywhere for execution. Whey they get us downstairs, I - I'm going to make a run for it.'

'They'll shoot you dead in the street.'

'Let them,' said Victoria. 'I'll wind up'the same way whatever happens, but maybe they'll be caught.

Maybe you'll be able to get away.'

'Not on these legs, Victoria,' Hannah said, rubbing one of the spindly calves protruding from beneath her robe. 'I'm not going very far on these legs.'

Victoria roused herself fully, fists knotted. 'We can't just sit and let them take us like helpless Jews being herded to Auschwitz. We've got to resist. I can't believe there's no way out of here.'

'We've been through this, Victoria. There's no way that I know.'

Victoria struggled to her feet,' casting about. 'Windows. I've never known a room to be without windows. There might be one superficially covered up.'

T was here during the early remodeling. It was planned to be constructed without windows. There are none.'

'If there were some heavy object - like a sledgehammer - a mallet - we could use it to break through a wall.'

'Victoria, what would Edward be doing with anything like a sledgehammer or mallet in this room?

If there had been an object like that, he would have removed it when he left. He's too smart to leave behind a potential weapon.'

Victoria strode to the heavy electric typewriter. 'If I could lift this and slam it against the wall -'

'You'd get nowhere. Those walls are reinforced like a vault with steel and concrete.'

Victoria stepped closer to Hannah. 'You said you had no live-in help?'

'I have no live-in help.'

'Surely you can't manage an establishment like this by yourself? There has to be someone who comes in to clean, make the beds, do the cooking. You must have some kind of maid?'

'I used to have a wonderful black lady here every day, but weeks ago Edward made me get rid of her. He insisted that he wanted privacy, no one puttering around. He personally hired a part-time cleaning woman. She comes in two days a week for three or four hours. A young woman from Guatemala who can't speak much English, let alone read it.'

'When is she coming in?'

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'Not today. Sorry, Victoria. And the building's resident housekeeper sends someone to do the beds and clean up only when we ask her to. This is an impossible household. Edward made it into a monastery. For obvious reasons.'

'Wasn't he afraid of break-ins? There must be some kind of internal security system.'

'None, none whatsoever. Edward felt the guard downstairs was enough. Besides, he wouldn't permit any mechanism to be installed that might give outsiders access to this apartment or his room.' She rambled on. 'The only thing he let the contractor install was the smoke detector, because he has a terrible phobia about fires.'

Victoria was instantly alert. 'Smoke dete'ctor? Where?'

'Right here, of course.'

Victoria's eyes swept the high, open-beam ceiling. T don't see it.'

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