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　Clyde　Butler　was　called　by　the　county　medical　examiner　that　afternoon。
　〃Mr。　Butler；　I　have　to　see　you；〃　the　doctor　said。
　Resentfully；　Butler　agreed　and　made　an　appointment　to　see　the　examiner　at　his　private　medical　office；　where
　Butler's　arrival　would　not　draw　attention；　as　it　certainly　would　have　at　the　county　administration　building。
　Despite　the　unseasonable　spring　heat；　Butler　wore　a　heavy　dark　pin…striped　suit　as　he　sat　in　the　doctor's　office；　facing　him　across　〃a　tan…painted　metallic　desk。
　〃I　suppose　it's　about　my　poor　daughter；〃　Butler　said；　〃Really；　haven't　we　gone　through　enough　without。。。？〃
　〃That's　just　it；　sir；〃　the　doctor　said。　〃That　body　was　not　your　daughter's。〃
　Butler　could　not　speak。　Finally；　he　said；　〃Repeat　that。〃
　〃Certainly。　The　dead　girl　who　washed　ashore　was　not　your　daughter。〃
　〃You're　sure　of　this？〃
　〃Yes；　sir。　In　making　the　autopsy；　I　discovered　that　the　girl　whose　body　was　found　had　syphilis。　Discreetly；　I　obtained　your　family's　records　from　your　physician　and　dentist。　If　was　very　difficult　because　of　the　mutiliation；　but　I　can　now　say　without　a　twinge　of　doubt　that　some　other　young　woman　is　on　the　slab　at　the　morgue　right　now。〃
　Butler　grimaced　at　what　he　considered　unnecessarily　explicit　phrasing　by　the　doctor。
　He　thought　momentarily；　then　said：　〃Have　you　told　anyone　else？〃
　〃No　one　at　all。　If　wanted　to　talk　to　you　first。　Frankly；　I　did　not　know　if　…your　daughter　might　have　known　this　other　girl；　or　if　your　daughter's　disappearance　might　be　tied　in　somehow　with　this　girl's　death；　or　precisely　what　It's　only　　air　no　tell　you　that　the　dead　girl　wasn't　drowned。　She　was　dead　before　she　entered　the　water。　I　thought　before　I　announced　anything　I　would　give　you　a　chance　to　explain。〃
　〃You've　done　very　well；〃　Butler　said；　〃and　I　appreciate　your　thoughtfulness。　I　would　like　you　to　do　something　else　for　me；　if　you　would。〃
　〃If　I　can。〃
　〃Give　me　an　hour　and　then　I　will　be　back　here。　Then　we　can　decide　what　to　do　and　what　to　say。〃
　〃Of　course；　Mr。　Butler。　Just　so　long　as　we　both　understand　that　I　must　fulfill　the　requirements　of　my　office。〃
　〃Naturally　I　understand　that；　Doctor。　Just　an　hour。〃
　Butler　left　the　doctor's　office。　In　the　middle　of　the　next　block　was　a　bank　in　which　the　Butler　family　was　the　controlling　stockholder。　Butler　went　in；　spoke　briefly　to　the　bank　president；　and　in　five　minutes　was　ensconced；　as　he　had　asked　to　be；　in　a　private　office　with　a　private　telephone　and　a　guarantee　of　no　interruptions。
　It　was　a　sticky　problem；　Butler　realized。　At　first　blush；　he　would　immediately　think　kidnaping　and　ransom。　But　why　then　would　the　kidnapers　have　gone　to　the　trouble　of　dressing　someone　in　Hillary's　clothes　and　jewelry　and　trying　to　make　it　appear　as　if　his　daughter　were　dead？　No。　Kidnaping　was　out。　Therefore；　the　next　step　might　be　that　Hillary　herself　was　somehow　involved　in　this。　He　had　no　idea　how　to　handle　a　thing　like　that；　no　knowledge　of　police　processes。　And　hanging　over　it　all　was　the　publicity　problem　because　of　the　Butler　family's　relationship　with　the　Lippincotts。
　Children　with　a　problem　go　to　their　fathers。　Butler　went　to　the　head　of　the　Lippincott　family　and　all　its　branches；　Laurence　Butler　Lippincott
　Succinctly；　calmly；　he　told　Lippincott　over　the　phone　what　had　happened。　Lippincott；　with　no　trace　of　emotion　in　his　voice；　got　Butler's　number　and　told　him　to　stay　put；　he　would　call　him　back。
　From　Laurence　Butler　Lippincott；　a　call　went　to　the　Senate　Office　Building。　From　there；　a　call　went　to　the　White　House。　From　the　White　House；　a　special　call　went　to　Folcroft　Sanitarium　in　Rye；　New　York。　Problems　were　discussed；　options　were　considered；　decisions　were　reached。
　The　links　in　the　chain　were　then　reversed；　and　finally；　the　telephone　rang　in　the　air…conditioned　bank　office　where　Butler　sat。
　〃Yes；〃　he　said。
　〃This　is　Laurie。　Please　listen　very　carefully。　We　believe　your　daughter　is　alive；　but　that　she　is　no　longer　in　this　country。　The　very　highest　agencies　in　our　government　are　now　attempting　to　rescue　her。　This　rescue　effort；　however；　is　guaranteed　to　fail　if　the　people　involved　suspect　that　we　know　anything　except　what　they　wanted　us　to　think。　Therefore　this　is　what　we　will　do。〃
　Butler　listened　as　Laurie　Lippincott　spoke。　Finally　he　said；　〃What　of　Martha？〃　thinking　of　his　wife　who　was　in　a　state　of　near　collapse。
　〃She's　already　done　the　worst　of　her　suffering；〃　Lippincott　said。　〃Tell　her　nothing。〃
　〃Nothing？　But　she　ought　to　know。〃
　〃Why？　So　she　can　worry？　Bee　hysterical？　Perhaps　drop　a　word　here　or　there　that　could　mean　Hillary's　death？　Please。　The　very　best　thing　is　to　let　her　think　Hillary　is　dead。　If　we　can　get　Hillary　back；　Martha　can　rejoice。　And　if　we　fail；　well；　one　can　only　grieve　once。〃
　〃What　are　the　chances；　Laurie？〃
　〃I　won't　lie　to　you。　They're　less　than　fifty…fifty。　But　we're　pulling　out　every　stop。　The　best　we　have　is　on　it。〃
　〃We？　You　mean　the　family？〃
　〃No。　I　mean　the　United　States　of　America；〃　Lippincott　said。
　Butler　sighed。　〃Okay；　Laurie。　Whatever　you　say。　But　I'm　worried　about　the　doctor。　He's　a　snotty　young　bastard。　He　may　give　me　flak。〃
　Laurence　Butler　Lippincott　took　the　name　of　the　doctor；　while　allowing　himself　a　small　chuckle。　〃He　shouldn't　be　too　difficult；〃　he　said。　Not　if　his　tax　return　is　like　most　doctors'。〃
　So　it　was　that　ten　minutes　later；　Butler　was　back　in　the　office　of　the　doctor；　explaining　that　the　doctor　must　remain　silent；　must　permit　the　funeral　to　go　ahead　as　if　the　dead　body　were　really　that　of　Hillary　Butler。
　〃Never；〃　the　doctor　said　angrily。　〃I　don't　know　what　your　game　is；　but　I'm　not　playing　it。〃
　His　inter　rang。　The　doctor　picked　up　the　phone　and　said　sharply；　〃I　said　I　wasn't　to　be。。。　oh。。。oh；　I　see。　Yes；　of　course。〃
　He　pressed　a　blinking　lit　button　on　the　telephone　receiver。　Warily；　he　said；　〃This　is　he。〃　He　said　nothing　else　for　a　full　sixty　seconds。；　Finally；　he　said；　〃Of　course；　Senator。　Yes。　Senator；　I　understand。　Of　course。　No　problem。　Be　glad　to；　Senator。　Yes；　I　understand。〃　When　he　hung　up　the　phone；　beads　of　perspiration　dotted　his　forehead。
　He　looked　at　Butler　and　nodded。　〃I　won't　say　a　thing；〃　he　said。
　〃Good；〃　Butler　said。　〃Sometime　in　the　near　future；　I　hope　to　be　able　to　explain　all　this　to　your　satisfaction；〃　he　added；　wondering　if　he　were　not　making　too　big　a　concession　to　a　social　inferior。
　The　doctor　raised　a　hand。　〃No　need　of　that。　Whatever　you　want。〃
　〃Then；　good　day；〃　Butler　said。　〃I　must　go　to　the　funeral　home　and　console　my　wife。〃
　In　Rye；　New　York；　Dr。　Harold　W。　Smith　leafed　through　a　pile　of　reports　and…tried　not　to　think　of　the　Butler　girl　or　of　Remo　and　Chiun；　five　thousand　miles　away　in　Busati。
　He　had　done　the　best　he　could　and　assigned　his　top　weapons　to　the　project。　There　was　nothing　more　he　could　do；　so　there　was　no　point　in　worrying。
　Right？　Wrong。　Unless　the　matter　were　cleared　up　satisfactorily　there　might　be　substantial　problems　ing　from　the　direction　of　the　Lippincott　family。　And　if　they　leaned　into　the　President；　the　President　might　just　fall　over　on　top　of　Smith；　Remo；　Chiun　and　the　whole　CURE　operation。
　And　the　Lippincotts　wouldn't　give　a　damn　that　Smith　had　been　considering　America's　best　interests　when　he　told　Remo　he　could　not　kill　General　Obode。
　Unless　Remo　moved　pretty　quickly；　the　whole　mess　might　be　beyond　unscrambling。
　He　wished　Remo　would　phone；　but　he　knew　it　was　not　likely。　It　took　forever　for　CURE's　Busati　source　to　reach　them　by　telephone；　and　he　was　a　high　official　of　the　government。　Smith　thought　of　the　CURE　contact；　ex…CIA　man　William　Forsythe　Butler。　Perhaps　if　Remo　were　not　successful　in　getting　this　squared　away　quickly；　Smith　might　contact　Butler　for　his　advice　and　help。
　
　CHAPTER　ELEVEN　
　The　man　trotting　up　the　hill　wore　immaculate　white　gabardines　cut　in　the　style　of　a　British　khaki　bush　uniform。
　As　he　walked　into　the　village；　he　called　aloud　a　few　words　of　the　guttural　Loni　tongue。　The　village　at　first　seemed　deserted；　but　slowly　people　came　out　of　huts　and　greeted　him。
　General　William　Forsythe　Butler　stood　in　the　center　court　of　all　the　huts；　talking　to　Loni　tribesmen；　scanning　the　village；　looking　for　a　glimpse　of　Princess　Saffah。
　She　came　around　a　corner　and　his　face　lit　when　he　saw　her。
　〃Oh；　Butleh；〃　she　said；　〃we　are　glad　you　have　returned　to　visit　your　people。〃
　He　reached　for　her；　then　withdrew　his　hands。　He　wanted　to　tell　her　of　Hillary　Butter；　but　held　back。　Perhaps　she　would　not　share　his　view　that　the　act　of　revenge　had　helped　even　more　to　cast　him　in　the　mold　of　the　Lonis'　redeemer。
　〃I　am　glad　to　be　here；〃　he　said。
　〃We　have　great　news。〃　To　his　raised　eyebrow；　she　said；　〃Yes。　The　legend。　It　is　being　fulfilled。〃
　She　knew；　Butler　thought；　but　how　had　she　guessed？　It　didn't　matter。　It　was　enough　that　Saffah　and　the　rest　of　the　Loni　knew　the　legend　was　being　fulfilled　in　his　person。　He　smiled　to　her；　the　warm　knowing　smile　that　one　smiled　to　another　with　whom　he　shared　a　secret
　He　would　have　preferred　it　another　way。　It　would　have　been　better　if　he　and　Saffah　had　been　able　to　discuss　it　first　and　then　announce　it　to　the　Loni　in　the　proper　fashion。　But　if　this　was　the　way　it　was　to　be；　well；　who　was　he　to　argue？　One　must