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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。〃
 
 73
 
 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

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