Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1957-06-09

inserted with ransationS - in his glamorouS. inces
SAINT narratives of his adventures.
Old "Snjin's' next appearance in Delhi, was due to
the fact The sad that board Of directors in Manhattan
needed business chore done quickly in India. And
when the board found Hart was already in Lebanon
well they just cabed. The big, good-ooking guy had
certainly visited some mills but also good deal
of TaliSman - in Delhi.
And now, here he was in Bangkok. For old times
sake he said: he'd been parachuted into Siam during
the japanese occupation as an agent OF the OSS But
them Mac reflected he'd told of being parachuted into
Italy, too and among the Free French. That the
trouble with Hartley ST. John. Nothing on earth be
hadn't done better than you didn't know about
Which, Mac reflected. came from the fact that the
ST. Johns unlike the Baleys had been RICH Rich kids
have tutors, travel learn languages and get smart young.
Poor kids sell newspapers But Mac admitted Hart had
used his education brilliantly In war, in business and
seemed, in love. Mac broke off his Numbering
stop here. pal
Tie stepped into sunlight hot as molten iron, dis
missed the driver and cut hazardousy across traffic that
slammed both ways. increasingly: trucks, bikes,
wagons the pedcabs called Samors and newer kind =
nckShaS attached TO motorcycles that sQueaed around
corners and scared tourist passengers He lodged peo
pie with trays their heads, boys hauling old in
rckshas and tiny. pretty girl bike riders with cooe
hats tied under their chinS two-way river of unfa
milar vehicles and people
Sweating now he crossed the other side of the tenn
ing street, passed three shops and looked into fourth
He wanted see. in daylight, he'd noticed the
evening before when Tai and Hartley and he were
the way a restaurant The as beautiful his
first glance had suggested Simply carved, highly pol
ished made long ago from lucent green Jasper
maybe. Ten inches high? Eight, he thought. He could
imagine holding yellow eye-catchng, in any
room earth. He inside the shop maveling that
a mere Objer d'an Ito some) and Ito him. as rule)
mere gimcrack could be SO fascinating satisfying
He pointed to the vase. How much?'
he Chinese proprietor looked at the customer
recognizing his nationality then at the vase Hundred
dollar
Mac was not surprised: it seemed worth hundred
dollars. But it surprised him when he went right on
wanting it, Tai wastefully bought things; Mac never
Give you sixty"
He went out, half hour later, feeling guilty and
pleased. He'd paid almost seventy dollars for an alleged
antique carved from what the Chinese had insisted was
"onepiece precous-stone-all-jade." Probably glass;
Mac thought. that he owned it, He'd sneak il into
his bag, keep it out of sight and ask somebody who'd
know before he showed it to Tasman. If he ever did.
He headed reluctantly for his hotel - and knocked
on IaFS door. No answer = usual He tried the
handle of the door. Locked = as always He stripped
off his light jacket, tie and sodden Shirt If I'd known
he thought YEARLY. what an ordeal it would be to
trek around the world with wife who kept her door
locked, I'd
He'd wh0f? Why had he consented? He'd asked him
self nterminaby. For there seemed to be an almost
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