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 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.

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.