““As he went down the steps to the street, something was troubling him. Something about the Vietcong officer, his face, the expression of frozen astonishment. At the end of the street passers-by turned to look at the young lawyer who threw back his head and laughed at the madness of Fate. Absently he rubbed his left hand where the one-time enemy's hot nut oil in the tunnel had scalded him.””