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finest French champagne was served alongside vintage wines； none of which had labels from later than 1950。 In one er of the： ornate room a string orchestra played themes from motion； pictures。 Though Julia had e from a wealthy family in Si Francisco； she had seen nothing to pare with this affair。
She stood in solemn awe as her eyes scanned the room。 Finally； she recovered enough to say； 〃I can see what Peter mean when he said Qin Shang's invitation was the most desired in Washington aside from the White House。〃
〃Frankly； I prefer the ambiance at the French…embassy parties。 More elegant； more refined。〃
〃I feel so。。。 so plain among all these beautifully dressed women。〃
Pitt gave Julia an adoring look and squeezed her around the waist。 〃Stop belittling yourself。 You're a class act。 You'd have to be blind not to notice that every man in the room is devouring you。〃
Julia blushed at the flattery。 It embarrassed her to see that he was right。 The men were staring at her openly； as were many of the women。 She also observed a dozen exquisite Chinese women dressed in silk sheath dresses mingling with the male guests。 〃It seems I'm not the only woman with Chinese ancestry。〃
Pitt made a passing； offhand glance at the women Julia referred to。 〃Daughters of joy。〃
〃I beg your pardon。〃
〃Hookers。〃
〃What are you suggesting？〃
〃Qin Shang hires them to work the men who came along without their wives。 You might call it a subtle form of political patronage。 What influence he can't buy； he slips through the back door with sexual favors。〃
Julia looked bewildered。 〃I have a lot to learn about government lobbying。〃
〃They are exotic； aren't they？ A good thing I'm with someone who puts them to shame or they might prove a temptation I couldn't resist。〃
〃You've got nothing Qin Shang wants；〃 Julia said testily。 〃Perhaps we should find him and make our presence known。〃
Pitt gazed at her as if shocked。 〃What； and miss out on all the free food and drink？ Not on your life。 First things first。 Let's head to the bar for champagne； and then indulge ourselves at the buffet。 Later； we'll enjoy a cognac before making ourselves known to the arch…villain of the Orient。〃
Julia said to him； 〃I think you're the craziest； most plex and reckless man I've ever met。〃
〃You left out charming and cuddly。〃
〃I can't imagine any woman putting up with you for more than twenty…four hours。〃
〃To know me is to love me。〃 The mirth lines around his eyes crinkled； and he gave a tilt of his head toward the bar。 〃All this talk makes me thirsty。〃
They strolled across the crowded floor to the bar and casually sipped the offered champagne。 Then they wandered to the buffet table and filled their plates。 Pitt was profoundly surprised to find a large platter of fried abalone； a shellfish that was on the verge of extinction。 He spotted an empty table by the fireplace and mandeered it。 Julia could not keep her eyes from exploring the throng in the immense room。 〃I see several Chinese men； but I can't tell which one is Qin Shang； Peter failed to give me a description of him。〃
〃For an investigative agent；〃 said Pitt between bites of lobster； 〃your powers of observation are sadly lacking。〃 〃You know his appearance。〃
〃Never laid eyes on him。 But if you look through the doorway on the west wall； guarded by a giant dressed in a dynastic costume； you'll find Qin Shang's private audience room。 My guess is he sits in there and holds court。〃
Julia began to rise to her feet。
〃Let's get this over with。〃
Pitt held out a hand and restrained her。
〃Not so fast。 I haven't had my after…dinner cognac yet。〃
〃You're impossible。〃
〃Women are always telling me that。〃 A steward took thek plates； and Pitt left Julia momentarily for the bar； returning in a few minutes with two crystal snifters containing a fifty…year…old cognac。 Slowly； very slowly； as if he hadn't a care in the world； he savored the smooth flavor。 As he held the snifter to his lips； he saw a man； reflected in the crystal； approach their table。
〃Good evening；〃 he said in a soft voice。 〃I hope you're enjoying yourselves。 I am your host。〃
Julia froze as she looked up into the smiling face of Qin Shang。 He looked nothing like what she imagined。 She did not envision him as tall and stout。 The face was not that of a cruel； cold…blooded murderer with vast power。 There was no hint of authority behind the friendly tone； and yet she could sense an underlying coldness。 He stood immaculate in a beautifully cut tuxedo embroidered with golden tigers。
〃Yes； thank you；〃 said Julia； barely able to remain polite； 〃It truly is a magnificent affair。〃
Pitt rose to his feet slowly in a conscious effort not to appear patronizing。 〃May I present Ms。 Julia Lee。〃
〃And you； sir？〃 asked Qin Shang。
〃My name is Dirk Pitt。〃
There it was。 No skyrockets； no drumroll。 The guy has style； Pitt had to give him that。 The smile remained fixed。 If there was surprise at finding Pitt alive and breathing； Qin Shang didn't show it。 The only detectable response was a slight shift of the eyes。 For long moments jade…green eyes locked with opaline…green； neither man willing to break off。 Pitt knew damned well it was stupid and saw no purpose in the staredown other than egotistical satisfaction by the winner。 Gradually； his gaze lifted to Qin Shang's eyebrows； then forehead； lingered and moved to the hair。 Then Pitt's eyes widened a fraction as if he found something； and his lips broke into a slight grin。
The ruse worked。 Qin Shang's concentration was broken。 He involuntarily raised his eyeballs to look upward。 〃May I ask what you find so amusing； Mr。 Pitt？〃
〃I was just wondering who your hairstylist was；〃 Pitt answered innocently。
〃She is a Chinese lady who attends me once a day。 I'd give you her name； but she is in my private employ。〃
〃I envy you。 My barber is a mad Hungarian with palsy。〃
There came a brief icy stare。
〃The photo of you in your dossier does not do you justice。〃
〃I applaud a man who does his homework。〃
〃May I have a word with you in private； Mr。 Pitt？〃
Pitt nodded toward Julia。 〃Only if Ms。 Lee is present。〃
〃I'm afraid our conversation may not be of interest to the lovely lady。〃
Pitt realized that Qin Shang did not know Julia's credentials。 〃On the contrary。 Rude of me not to mention that Ms。 Lee is an agent with the Immigration and Naturalization Service。 She was also a passenger on one of your cattle boats and had the misfortune of enjoying your hospitality at Orion Lake。 You are familiar； I trust； with Orion Lake。 It's in the state of Washington。〃
For an instant there was a red glare in the jade eyes； and then it was just as quickly extinguished。 Qin Shang remained as impenetrable as marble。 His voice came even and calm。 〃If you both will please follow me。〃 He turned and strode away； knowing unquestionably Pitt and Julia would trail in his wake。
〃I think the time has e；〃 said Pitt as he helped Julia from her chair。
〃You crafty dog；〃 she murmured。 〃You knew all along he would seek us out。〃
〃Shang didn't get where he's at without a healthy dose of curiosity。〃
Obediently； they followed Qin Shang through the milling congregation until he came to the costumed giant who opened the door for him。 They entered a room unlike the heavily furnished and decorated one they just left。 This room was modest and austere。 The walls were merely painted in a soft blue。 The only furnishings were a settee； two chairs and a desk whose surface was barren except for a telephone。 He motioned for them to sit on the settee as he took his place behind the desk。 Pitt was amused to see that the desk and chair were slightly elevated so that Qin Shang looked down at his visitors。 〃Forgive me for mentioning it；〃 Pitt said offhandedly； 〃but the bronze incense burner in the main entry。 From the Liao dynasty； I believe。〃
〃Why yes； you are quite correct。〃
〃I assume you know that it's a fake。〃
〃You are most observant； Mr。 Pitt；〃 said Qin Shang without taking offense。 〃The piece is not fake； but a well…executed replica。 The original was lost in nineteen forty…eight during the war when the People's Army of Mao Tse…tung crushed the forces of
