jamesclavell.noblehouse-第300章

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　Last　night　when　he　had　returned　to　P。　B。　White's　study　he　had　taken　out　the　eleven　pieces　of　paper　and　examined　them　again　under　the　light。　The　ciphers　were　meaningless。　I'm　glad；　he　had　thought。　Then　he　had　gone　to　the　photocopier　that　was　beside　the　leather…topped　desk　and　made　two　copies　of　each　page。　He　put　each　set　into　a　separate　envelope　and　sealed　them。　One　he　marked：　〃P。　B。　White　…　please　hand　this　to　the　tai…pan　of　Struan's　unopened。〃　That　one　he　put　into　a　book　that　he　chose　at　random　from　the　bookshelves；　replacing　it　with　equal　care。　Following　AMG's　instructions；　he　marked　the　second　with　a　G　for　Riko　Gresserhoff　and　pocketed　it。　The　originals　he　sealed　in　a　last　envelope　and　pocketed　that　too。　With　a　final　check　that　the　secret　door　was　back　in　place；　he　unlocked　the　door　and　went　out。　In　a　few　minutes　he　and　Gavallan　had　left　with　Casey　and　Riko　and　though　there　was　plenty　of　opportunity　to　give　Riko　her　set　privately；　he　had　decided　it　was　better　to　wait　until　the　originals　were　delivered。
　Should　I　give　Sinders　the　originals　now　or　at　noon？　he　asked　himself；　watching　the　police　car。　The　car　stopped。　Chief　Inspector　Donald　C。　C。　Smyth　got　out。　Neither　Sinders　nor　Crosse　was　with　him。
　〃Morning；〃　Smyth　said　politely；　touching　his　peaked　cap　with　his　swagger　stick；　his　other　arm　still　in　a　sling。　〃Excuse　me；　Mr。　Dunross；　is　the　chopper　your　charter？〃
　〃Yes；　yes　it　is；　Chief　Inspector；〃　Dunross　said。　〃What's　up？〃
　〃I've　a　small　show　on　down　the　road　and　saw　you　ing　in。　Wonder　if　we　could　borrow　MacIver　and　the　bird　for　an　hour　…　or　if　you're　going　back　at　once；　perhaps　we　could　take　her　on　after？〃
　〃Certainly。　I'll　be　off　in　a　second。　The　hill　climb's　canceled。〃
　Smyth　glanced　at　the　mountain　track　and　the　sky　and　grunted。　〃I'd　say　that　was　wise；　sir。　Someone　would've　been　hurt；　sure　as　shooting。　If　it's　all　right；　I'll　talk　to　MacIver？〃
　〃Of　course。　Nothing　serious　I　hope？〃
　〃No；　no；　not　at　all。　Interesting　though。　The　rain's　uncovered　a　couple　of　bodies　that'd　been　buried　in　the　same　area　where　John　Chen's　body　was　found。〃
　The　others　came　closer。　〃The　Werewolves？〃　George　T'Chung　asked；　shocked。　〃More　kidnap　victims？〃
　〃We　presume　so。　They　were　both　young。　One　had　his　head　bashed　in　and　the　other　poor　bugger　half　his　head　cut　off；　looks　like　with　a　spade。　Both　were　Chinese。〃
　〃Christ！〃　Young　George　T'Chung　had　gone　white。
　Smyth　nodded　sourly。　〃You　haven't　heard　of　any　rich　sons　being　kidnapped；　have　you？〃
　Everyone　shook　their　heads。
　〃Not　surprised；〃　Smyth　said。　〃Stupid　for　the　families　of　victims　to　deal　with　kidnappers　and　keep　quiet　about　it。　Unfortunately　the　bodies　were　discovered　by　locals　so　it'll　be　headlines　by　tonight　from　here　to　Peking！〃
　〃You　want　to　fly　the　bodies　back？〃
　〃Oh　no；　tai…pan。　The　hurry's　to　get　some　CID　experts　here　to　search　the　area　before　the　rain　es　again。　We　need　to　try　to　identify　the　poor　buggers。　Can　you　leave　at　once？〃
　〃Yes；　certainly。〃
　〃Thanks。　Sorry　to　bother　you。　Sorry　about　Noble　Star；　but　my　bundle'll　be　on　you　on　Saturday。〃　Smyth　nodded　politely　and　walked　off。
　George　T'Chung　was　openly　upset。　〃We're　all　targets　for　those　bastards；　the　Werewolves。　You；　me；　my　old　man；　anyone！　Christ；　how　can　we　protect　ourselves　against　them？〃
　No　one　answered　him。
　Then　Dunross　said　with　a　laugh；　〃No　need　to　worry；　old　chap；　we're　inviolate；　we're　all　inviolate。〃
　
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　10：01　A。M。：
　The　phone　rang　in　the　semidarkness　of　the　bedroom。　Bartlett　scrambled　out　of　sleep。　〃Hello？〃
　〃Good　morning；　Mr。　Bartlett；　this　is　Claudia　Chen。　The　tai…pan　asked　if　you'd　need　the　car　today　anyway？〃
　〃No；　no　thanks。〃　Bartlett　glanced　at　his　watch。　〃Jesus；〃　he　muttered　aloud；　astounded　he　had　slept　so　long。　〃Er；　thanks；　thanks；　Claudia。〃
　〃The　Taipei　trip's　rescheduled　for　next　Friday；　Friday　back　Monday　noon。　Is　that　convenient？〃
　〃Yes；　er　yes；　sure。〃
　〃Thank　you。〃
　Bartlett　hung　up　and　lay　back　a　moment；　collecting　his　wits。　He　stretched　luxuriously；　glad　that　there　was　no　rush　for　anything；　enjoying　the　rare　pleasantness　of　being　just　a　little　lazy。
　It　had　been　four　o'clock　this　morning　when　he　had　hung　up　a　〃do　not　disturb；〃　cut　off　the　phones　till　10：00　a。m。　and　had　gone　to　bed。　Last　night　Orlanda　had　taken　him　to　Aberdeen　where　she　had　hired　a　Pleasure　Boat。　They　had　drifted　the　channels；　the　rain　making　the　hooped　cabin　more　cozy；　the　brazier　warming；　the　food　hot　and　spicy。
　〃In　Shanghai　we　cook　with　garlic　and　chilies　and　peppers　and　all　manner　of　spices；〃　she　had　told　him；　serving　him；　her　chopsticks　a　delicate　extension　of　her　fingers。　〃The　farther　north　you　go　the　hotter　the　food；　the　less　rice　is　eaten；　more　breads　and　noodles。　The　north's　wheat…eating；　only　the　southern　part　of　China's　rice…eating；　Linc。　More？〃
　He　had　eaten　well　and　drunk　the　beer　she　had　brought　with　her。　The　night　had　been　happy　for　him；　the　time　going　unnoticed　as　she　regaled　him　with　stories　of　Asia　and　Shanghai；　her　mind　deft　and　darting。　Then；　afterward；　the　rain　pattering　on　the　canvas；　the　dishes　taken　away　and　they　reclining　side…by…side　on　the　cushions；　fingers　entwined；　she　had　said；　〃Linc；　I'm　sorry；　but　I　love　you。〃
　It　had　taken　him　by　surprise。
　〃No　need　to　be　sorry；〃　he　had　said；　not　ready　yet　to　reply　in　kind。
　〃Oh　but　I　am。　It　plicates　things；　oh　yes；　it　plicates　things　very　much。〃
　Yes；　he　thought。　It's　so　easy　for　a　woman　to　say　I　love　you；　so　hard　for　a　man；　unwise　for　a　man；　for　then　you're　stuck。　Is　that　the　right　word？　Again　the　answer　did　not　present　itself。
　As　he　lay　now　in　bed；　his　head　cradled　on　his　arms；　he　rethought　the　night。　Touching　and　leaving　alone；　then　hands　searching；　his　and　hers；　but　not　finalizing。　Not　that　she　prevented　him　or　stopped　him。　He　just　held　back。　Finally。
　〃You've　never　done　that　before；〃　he　muttered　out　loud。　〃Once　you　had　a　girl　going；　you　went　all　the　way；〃　and　he　wished　he　had；　remembering　how　heavy　the　desire　had　been　upon　them。　〃I'm　not　a　one…night　stand　or　Eurasian　tramp〃　had　rung　in　his　ears。
　In　the　taxi　to　her　home　they　had　not　spoken；　just　held　hands。　That's　the　goddamnedest　part；　he　thought；　feeling　foolish；　childish；　just　holding　hands。　If　anyone　had　told　me　a　month　ago；　a　week　ago　that　I'd　settle　for　that；　I'd've　said　he　was　a　meathead　and　bet　big　money。
　Money。　I　have　more　than　enough　for　Orlanda　and　me。　But　what　about　Casey？　And　Par…Con？　First　things　first。　Let's　see　if　Casey　tells　me　about　Murtagh　and　why　she's　been　sitting　on　that　hot　potato。　Gornt？　Gornt　or　Dunross？　Dunross　has　style　and　if　Banastasio's　against　him　that's　one　great　vote　of　confidence。
　After　he　had　told　Armstrong　their　theory　about　Banastasio；　Armstrong　had　said；　〃We'll　see　what　we　can　e　up　with；　though　Mr。　Gornt's　credentials　are　as　impeccable　as　any　in　the　Colony。　You　can　rest　assured　Vincenzo　Banastasio　will　be　high　up　on　our　shit　list；　but　isn't　his　real　threat　in　the　States？〃
　〃Oh　yes。　But　I　told　Rosemont　an…　〃
　〃Ah；　good！　That　was　wise。　He's　a　good　man。　Did　you　see　Ed　Langan？〃
　〃No。　Is　he　CIA　too？〃
　〃I　don't　even　know；　officially；　if　Rosemont　is；　Mr。　Bartlett。　Leave　it　with　me。　Did　he　have　any　suggestion　about　the　guns？〃
　〃No。〃
　〃Well；　never　mind。　I'll　pass　on　your　information　and　liaise　with　him　…　he's　very　good　by　the　way。〃
　A　small　tremor　went　through　Bartlett。　He'll　have　to　be　very　good　to　clobber　Mafia；　if　Banastasio　really　is　Mafia。
　He　reached　over　and　dialed　Casey's　room　number。　No　answer；　so　he　called　down　for　his　messages。　The　receptionist　told　him　everything　was　already　under　his　door。　〃Would　you　like　your　cables　and　telexes　sent　up？〃
　〃Sure；　thanks。　Any　message　from　Casey　Tcholok？〃
　〃No　sir。〃
　〃Thanks。〃
　He　jumped　out　of　bed　and　went　to　the　door。　Among　the　phone　messages　was　an　envelope。　He　recognized　her　writing。　The　messages　were　all　business　calls　except　one：　〃Mr。　Banastasio　called。　Please　return　his　call。〃　Bartlett　put　that　aside。　He　opened　Casey's　envelope。　The　note　was　timed　9：45　a。m。　and　read：　〃Hi；　Linc！　Didn't　want　to　disturb　your　beauty　sleep　…　back　sixish。　Have　fun！〃
　Where's　she　off　to？　he　asked　himself　absently。
　He　picked　up　the　phone　to　call　Rosemont　but　changed　his　mind　and　dialed　Orlanda。　No　answer。　He　redialed　the　number。　The　calling　to