Epilogue

It has been a curious and a furious 40 hours in England. Bolan had launched an assault upon Soho, and Soho had assaulted him back. A symbol of the times, Edwin Charles had told him; and certainly that symbol covered a great deal more than "this crackling museum of ours." The domain of violence lurked deeply in every place where men flung themselves off into a shallow forgetfulness of the greater meanings of life, and it surfaced wherever greed and the lust for power were present.

Some good men had died during those brief hours, but so had a pile of rotten ones. Bolan had to figure that as a plus on the world's balance sheet.

An entire vault of damning pornographic films had been uncovered in the home of the late Mervyn Stone, and burned, and enshrined in a little urn in the entrance hall of the Museum de Sade. Bolan saw that as a conditional plus for the future of a great nation, and as a very graphic hint to the men whose images had been on that film.

Open warfare had erupted between dissident elements of the most corruptive criminal empire in history, and Leo Turrin read that as a very strong plus.

The mystery had unravelled to Bolan's satisfaction, and while this had no place as a plus or a minus, it did give him relative peace of mind. Major Stone had obviously been bleeding his "members" for a number of years, but not in a manner to cause undue excitement. When the Mafia began muscling in, however, the repercussions were felt in the higher echelons of government, and a quietly delicate investigation was launched. Complicating this circumstance was the item of Nick Trigger's greed; he lost his power over Mervyn Stone by entering into a clandestine financial arrangement with him, in direct violation of the powers that ruled his life. Both of these men panicked when a harmless old tinkerer was revealed to them as an agent of Her Majesty's Government, and this was where Bolan came in. Nick Trigger had walked a tightrope between his obligations to family and obligations to self, and that rope had begun to fray long before the final break.

All in all, Bolan had to score the battle as a definite plus for the upward movements of mankind, and as a shattering loss to the other side of the coin.

As regarding Ann Franklin, he did not know just exactly how to mark the scorecard. He tried to impart the idea of saving grace to his hostess in the Franklin bathroom at Queen's House as he groomed himself and repaired minor damages to his person. He sprinkled an antiseptic solution on his lacerated scalp while he told her, "You can't blame yourself for anything that happened. That is, unless you want to feel responsible for the fact that I'm still alive. You're to blame for that, all right."

She was giving him that winsome look from the doorway. "You're too kind," she replied.

"Look, you just got conned. It happens to the best of us."

"Well, I wouldn't have called him, you know, except that I was so stupidly positive that you were wrong about him. And I was frightened silly. I've been going to the Major with my problems for as long as I can remember." She raised her shoulders and dropped them in a dainty slump. "I thought he could help us," she added in a tiny voice.

Bolan was grinning. He told her, "Sometimes it's hard to separate friends from enemies. Like Danno Giliamo. My contact tells me that old Danno is really on the carpet over this deal. He thought he was conning Nick, and all the time he was getting it right in the back. Those screwballs had formed a third front. They were going to deliver my head to the Commissionein a paper bag. Imagine that?"

Ann shuddered. "No worse than me, I'm sure. And that's doubly true if they were actually running money through my club accounts, as you've intimated."

Her face was screwed into an agonizing fit of indecision. Bolan chuckled and said, "Okay, what is it?"

She said, "Whether you want to hear it or not, Mack, I simply must get this out of my system. Honestly, I still wasn't certain as to just exactly what the Major had in mind until I walked in there and saw it. It's that military mastery of his, I suppose. He always did have me thoroughly cowed. And when he joined me outside the Tower, he told me that I mustn't worry about you, that he would save you if he had to put a gun to your head. Silly me, I believed him. It was that last thing you shouted at me from the steop that turned my mind to thinking, I mean to reallythinking."

"I told you all bets were off."

"No, you said that our pact was dissolved. And now. Let's get this out of my system also. Isit dissolved, Mack?"

He gave her a solemn inspection and said, "Don't you think that's best?"

She shook her head. "No. I remain in your hands, if you'll have it that way."

Almost painfully he said, "Plus."

"What?"

He showed her a long, tender smile and told her, "You're a plus. Keep it that way for the right time, the right place, the right guy."

"You are the right guy," she murmured.

"Wrong time and place, m'lady," he said regretfully, and walked past her and into the bedroom. He snugged into his gunleather and put on his jacket, then went over and cracked the blinds for a window recon.

"You're leaving now, aren't you?" Ann whispered.

He nodded his head, rather sadly she thought. "Yeah. That time has come again."

"Where will you go?"

"Home… wherever that is."

"And how will you get there?"

He smiled and said, "Through the jungle, m'lady. That's the only way." He picked up his gear and strode to the front door. When he look back she was standing just inside the bedroom and following him with a wistful smile.

He waved to her and she waved back. "Thanks, and all that," she called softly.

He grinned and went out. Somewhere out there in those wet wild woods was a trail home. He might find it, and he might not. But he had to try.

One thing he knew he would find: Through the Jungle very softly flits a shadow and a sigh. He is Fear, O Little Hunter, he is Fear!

The little hunter struck out across the shadows and was enveloped in them, and became a part of them, and knew that he would live there… and that one day he would die there.

The Executioner was blitzing on.