A Korean Tiger by Nick Carter

Author:Nick Carter [Unknown]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: det_espionage

Chapter 7

When he came to he was on his feet. He had been dressed again in the porter's outfit and the heavy Army shoes were on his feet. Nick swayed, but did not fall. He was being supported on either side by the colonel's muscle men. Their fingers bit into his biceps as they hauled him upright. Somehow he managed to straighten his sagging knees.

As the pain mists gradually cleared he saw her seated on the table where he had been bound. Her stubby legs were crossed and he saw that she was wearing thick black lisle stockings. Fiat, sensible shoes. Her feet were as enormous as her behind.

The yellow teeth flashed at Nick as she waved a slip of paper. "I have just received orders from Moscow, Mr. Carter." So it was "Mr." again. Immediately he was suspicious.

The Colonel was speaking. "I cannot say that I agree with my superiors, but I must obey orders. You are to be released immediately. My men will take you from this place and let you go. Naturally you will be blindfolded."

Nick swayed between his guards. He was coming back fast, recovering his mental and physical balance, a fact which he wished to conceal. He didn't believe they were letting him go. They were conning him, trying to lull him. They couldn't, or didn't want, to kill him here in the warehouse. They were soft talking him so that he would go quietly to his place of execution. He decided to play along. His enormous strength was coming back — the bundle of pain he carried would just have to be ignored. He could function.

He let his knees buckle again. The men held him up. "I don't get it," Nick croaked. "It's a trick. Why would you let me go?"

She was a good actress. She tapped the slip of paper against her discolored teeth. "I am as puzzled as you are, Mr. Carter. We have been trying to get you, to kill you, for years. Now they insist that you are to be set free. The order comes from the very highest level in my government. It would appear that your government, and mine, have agreed to work together after all. Your own idea, Mr. Carter, if you remember."

It was possible, he admitted. Barely possible. Both governments were admittedly desperate. He had failed. The Colonel had failed. The Yellow Widow, Madame whatever it was, had Raymond Lee Bennett and was off and running. Yes — it was very nearly credible and he didn't believe a word of it. He knew what was in the message from the Kremlin — kill Carter! They wouldn't miss a chance like this.

Colonel Kalinski nodded to the emaciated doctor. "Give him his possessions. His arms. Everything but the little metal ball. I am going to send that back to be analysed."

So Pierre, the little gas bomb, was going to end up in a Kremlin laboratory. Nick hoped there would be an accident.

The doctor handed Nick's Luger and stiletto to one of the men.

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