"Plasky Enterprises is associated with Triangle, of course," Plasky said. "Shall we get down to business now? Are you prepared to settle your father's account?"

"As far as I'm concerned it's already settled," Bolan replied mildly. I just came in to tell you that"

"Our business is with your father, Mr. Bolan," Plasky said, coloring furiously. "He'll have to talk for himself."

That'd be a pretty good trick, Mr. Plasky. He was buried ten days ago."

There was a moment of silence as Plasky whipped the cover of the Bolan account open and closed several times. Finally he said, "We'll just refer the matter to our legal department. We can tie up the estate, you know."

"There's no estate and you know it," Bolan told him. "The debt is paid, Plasky. He got four, he returned five and a half. The debt is paid." He rose to leave.

"You don't know what you're saying, fella," Plasky sneered, rising with him.

Is your legal department going to pack up their brass knucks and follow me to Vietnam?" Bolan asked, his tone faintly mocking.

"Vietnam?" the other man echoed.

"I got emergency leave to bury the old man. I'll be going back in a couple of days. By the way..." Bolan sat back down.

"Yeah?" The ruddy face was further flushed with suppressed anger.

"I saw those guys get it."

"What? What guys?"

"The guys down at Triangle. I saw them die."

"So?" Plasky's hands were clenched together on the desk.

"I think I saw the guy that did it."

An electric silence settled into the atmosphere of the sumptuous office. Plasky's knuckles cracked, emphasizing the silence. "Did you go to the police?" he asked presently.

"And get involved in a mess like that?" Bolan's tone clearly implied that such an action was unthinkable.

"My- uh-associates would be interested in your-uh -observations."

"Like I said, I'm going to Vietnam in a couple of days," Bolan replied.