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colorful powder.
"Forget that stuff, Smith. Listen to what Chiun is saying. The Swedish general
was innocent. British Intelligence was not behind this either."
"Never mind that. The Gibraltar matter."
"I hope I'm right, but I don't think there is a Gibraltar matter. "
"Of course there is. Computers don't lie."
"That one did," Remo said firmly.
Chiun approached Smith, his hands tucked into his balloon-shaped sleeves. He
regarded Smith with sad eyes. "This man is ill."
"Amphetamines," Remo said.
Chiun nodded. He reached out splayed fingers and took Smith by his lined
forehead. He kneaded each temple. The tension drained from Smith's face.
Chiun stepped back. "Better?" he asked.
"Yes. I do feel calmer. But I must protest your actions."
"Smith. You still have the old computer?" Remo asked.
"Yes. In the basement."
"Reconnect."
"I fail to-"
"Humor me."
Smith pushed back his chair and went into the well of his desk. He pulled
several flat gray connecting cables from a plate in the floor. With swift
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motions he reconnected them to his desk terminal. Then he returned to his
seat.
"Check the Gibraltar situation," Remo suggested.
"I don't have full global capabilities anymore, but domestic news feeds have
been issuing hourly bulletins." Smith called up the data.
"Odd," he said, small-voiced.
Remo and Chiun looked at one another knowingly.
"I see no bulletins," Smith went on. "And there are reports of strange
phenomena all over this country. My God, it seems as if there may have been
several new KKV strikes. But the other computer reported none of those. What
can it mean?"
"Never trust a computer that talks back," Remo said.
"But it was so ... so perfect."
"A lot of women seem that way ... at first," Chiun told him wisely.
"Let's get to work on the locomotive matter," Remo suggested.
"But where do I start? I have nothing current in memory."
"Use this," Remo said, tapping Smith's forehead. "It's better than any
computer mind. It's called your brain."
"Start with a desert kingdom. And a passionate prince," Chiun suggested.
"What?"
"Chiun thinks they're throwing locomotives because they don't have rocks,"
Remo said skeptically.
"I have to start somewhere," Smith said with a sigh. Chiun struck out his
tongue at Remo.
"Let's see," Smith muttered. "We'll begin with the Africa connection. Desert
kingdom. Must be North Africa. The Egyptians are our friends. The Algerians go
both ways. Lobynia ... Lobynia. Passionate prince . . ."
"I thought Lobynia was in the Middle East," Remo said.
"Common mistake."
Remo shrugged. "Colonel Intifadah, yeah. Could be him."
"Let's see what satellite tracking tells us," Smith said. "I'm calling up
Spacetrack satellite feeds for the last two weeks."
"What are you looking for?" Remo asked.
"I don't know. Wait, yes. Now, why didn't I think of this before?"
"You were in love," Chiun supplied.
"Nonsense. But as I was saying. When we suspect the Soviets are about to
launch a satellite, we can usually tell by power drops in the surrounding
area. This creates what is called a period of interest. Yes, the Lobynians
have been experiencing unusual power outages."
"Why didn't anyone notice this before?" Remo wanted to know.
"The Lobynians are always experiencing power outages. But what I want to see
is if these outages can be reconciled with the known launch times. Yes, yes!
Dapoli was blacked out seven times in the last fourteen hours. Now, let's see
if the New York strike ties in. Yes. And the second Washington strike." Smith
stopped speaking. He was lost in his work.
Remo watched with interest. Smith's fingers played like a concert pianist's.
He was totally focused. Data blocks passed before his eyes at high speed.
Amazingly, Smith seemed to absorb them at a glance. It made Remo wonder why
Smith thought he needed a computer to help him think. The man was a wizard.
Finally Smith lifted his head. It was gray, leaden. "Lobynia. There is no
question of it. The blackouts coincide exactly."
"But where in Lobynia?" Remo asked.
"Except for the area bordering the Mediterranean, Lobynia is a virtual desert.
If they're moving the engines to the launch site by rail, as one would suppose
they would do, then there should be visible tracks. This is so obvious, why
didn't it occur to me before?"
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