The general scowled down at him, as though to read just how badly Joe was feeling. He grumbled, finally, "Dash it, you looked nothing so much as an overgrown hamburger steak there for a while, Mauser." Joe grinned wryly, "It's how I felt," he said. "I've never seen anyone move so fast." Armstrong said curiously, "If you wanted to use throwing knives, why didn't you challenge him to a duel with throwing knives?" Joe shifted his shoulders. "I figured my only chance with him was to use a weapon with which he wasn't familiar. The Bowie knife was it. It didn't occur to him that a knife build in that shape and as big as that, was a precisely constructed throwing knife as well as one to use hand to hand." Joe twisted his mouth. "Besides, if the Sovs think all the Machiavellians are on their side, they're wrong. Poor Captain Rakoczi got sucked in. _I_ had a throwing knife, but he didn't." Armstrong looked at him blankly. Joe explained. "The knife designed by Jim Bowie was made by a smith named James Black, of Washington, Arkansas. Bowie made himself so notorious with it that the blade became world famous and Black made quite a few exact copies. Various other outfits tried to duplicate his work, but actually none succeeded in producing the perfect balance in such a large knife that made it practical for throwing. It turns over once in thirty feet, exactly. All I had to do was to get Rakoczi fifteen feet away from me, and he'd had it. And his own knife, when he tried to reciprocate, was off balance." Armstrong said, "Zen!" "By the way, how is he?" Joe said. Armstrong said, soberly, "He's dead, Mauser." "Dead! With all those doctors standing around?" The general's face assumed its habitually worried expression "I rather doubt he died of your knife. The highest echelons of the Party do not approve of failures. You were correct when you said you would have lost prestige had you fled Rakoczi's challenge or even insisted upon your diplomatic immunity rights. As it is, the prestige has been lost on the other side. By the way, it occurs to me that no further effort will be made to eliminate you physically. It would be too blatant." Joe said, "One of the things I wanted to talk to you about, general. While we were in there together, Rakoczi was sounding off in an effort to crack my nerve. Called me a lot of names, that sort of thing. But he also said, I'll try to repeat this exactly, _No longer do you worry about locating the Sov-world underground and helping overthrow the Party, eh?_"