"Now that the stock market is healthy once more," Chiun said "I am going to redeem these for gold."
"Where?" Remo wanted to know, his face a study in sobriety.
Chiun closed the final drawer. "Smith said any bank will take them."
"I have an idea," Remo said as they walked through crunching glass to the elevators. "Why don't you get Smith to handle the transaction? He knows lots of bankers. He can probably get you the best rate."
"That is an excellent idea, Remo," Chiun said. "It is the least that man can do after the cunning way he has tricked me. Do you mind if we do this tonight? You know these Americans and their gambling manias. Today the markets are up. Tomorrow they may crash anew."
The elevator arrived, and they stepped aboard.
"Little Father," Remo said, grinning broadly, " I absolutely insist that we rush back to Folcroft and take advantage of Smith's investment acumen."