It crashed inward. He was too late—and for that reason he felt a surge of relief.
On the floor in the darkness was a small, crumpled figure in a disarranged negligee. The figure gleamed with a faint bluish radiance. In one hand was still clutched a smoking gun. Below her left breast, the luminous blue was broken in one spot by a widening splotch of crimson.
Robin said softly, "She was too beautiful to die."
"And too dangerous to live," said Keith.
Night song
By Hung Long Tom
What is the song
That the wind
Plays in the tall bamboo?
Oh, gentle lady,
In the azure night
It is playing
My love for you.
Do you not hear
The song
I breathe into the air
Bidding the moonbeams softly
To caress your hair?
Am I alone in your thoughts
Or are there others there?
Oh, lovely lady,
If you love me true
Let the wind
Whisper your answer
In the tall bamboo.
