jamesclavell.noblehouse-第106章
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〃What's your name?〃
〃Soo Tak…gai; Lord;〃 he said instantly; using their prearranged emergency names。
〃Him?〃 The finger pointed at his brother。
〃Soo Tak…tong。〃
〃Him?〃
〃Wu…tip Sup。〃
〃And him?〃
The youth looked at his father's body。 〃He was Goldtooth Soo; Lord。 He was very bad but we 。。。 we; we had to obey。 We had to obey him; he was our; our father。〃
〃Where did you take Number One Son Chen before you killed him?〃
〃To Sha Tin; Lord; but I didn't kill him。 We snatched him Hong Kong side then put him in the back of a car we stole and went to Sha Tin。 There's an old shack our father rented; just outside the village 。。。 he planned everything。 We had to obey him。〃
Poon grunted and nodded at his men。 〃We'll search here first。〃 At once they released Smallpox Kin; the unconscious youth who slumped to the floor; leaving a trail of blood。 〃You; bind up his finger!〃 Hastily Kin Pak grabbed an old dishcloth and; near vomiting; began to tie a rough tourniquet around the stump。
Poon sighed; not knowing what to do first。 After a moment he opened the suitcase。 All their eyes went to the mountain of notes。 They all felt the greed。 Poon shifted the knife into his other hand and closed the suitcase。 He left it in the center of the table and started to search the dingy apartment。 There was just a table; a few chairs and an old iron bedstead with a soiled mattress。 Paper was peeling off the walls; the windows mostly boarded up and glassless。 He turned the mattress over; then searched it but it concealed nothing。 He went into the filthy; almost empty kitchen and switched on the light。 Then into the foul…smelling toilet。 Smallpox Kin whimpered; ing around。
In a drawer Goodweather Poon found some papers; ink and writing brushes。 〃What's this for?〃 he asked; holding up one of the papers。 On it was written in bold characters: 〃This Number One Son Chen had the stupidity to try to escape us。 No one can escape the Werewolves! Let all Hong Kong beware。 Our eyes are everywhere!〃
〃What's this for; heya?〃
Kin Pak looked up from the floor; desperate to please。 〃We couldn't return him alive to Noble House Chen so our father ordered that 。。。 that tonight we were to dig Number One Son up and put that on his chest and put him beside the Sha Tin Road。〃
Goodweather Poon looked at him。 〃When you start to dig you'd better find him quickly; the first time;〃 he said malevolently。 〃Yes。 Or your eyes; Little Turd; won't be anywhere。〃
35
9:30 P。M。:
Orlanda Ramos came up the wide staircase of the vast Floating Dragon restaurant at Aberdeen and moved through the noisy; chattering guests at Sir Shi…teh T'Chung's banquet looking for Linc Bartlett … and Casey。
The two hours that she had spent with Linc this morning for the newspaper interview had been revealing; particularly about Casey。 Her instincts had told her the sooner she brought the enemy to battle the better。 It had been easy to have them both invited tonight … Shi…teh was an old associate of Gornt and an old friend。 Gornt had been pleased with her idea。
They were on the top deck。 There was a nice smell of the sea ing through the large windows; the night good though humid; overcast; and all around were the lights of the high rises and the township of Aberdeen。 Out in the harbor; nearby; were the brooding islands of junks; partially lit; where 150;000 boat people lived their lives。
The room they were in; scarlet and gold and green; stretched half the length and the whole breadth of the boat; off the central staircase。 Ornate wood and plaster gargoyles and unicorns and dragons were everywhere throughout the three soaring decks of the restaurant ablaze with lights and packed with diners。 Below decks; the cramped kitchens held twenty…eight cooks; an army of helpers; a dozen huge cauldrons … steam; sweat and smoke。 Eighty…two waiters serviced the Floating Dragon。 There were seats for four hundred on each of the first two decks and two hundred on the third。 Sir Shi…teh had taken over the whole top deck and now it was well filled with his guests; standing in impatient groups amid the round tables that seated twelve。
Orlanda felt fine tonight and very confident。 She had again dressed meticulously for Bartlett。 This morning when she had had the interview with him she had worn casual American clothes and little makeup; and the loose; silk blouse that she had selected so carefully did not flaunt her bralessness; merely suggested it。 This daring new fashion pleased her greatly; making her even more aware of her femininity。 Tonight she wore delicate white silk。 She knew her figure was perfect; that she was envied for her open; unconscious sensuality。
That's what Quillan did for me; she thought; her lovely head high and the curious half…smile lighting her face … one of the many things。 He made me understand sensuality。
Havergill and his wife were in front of her and she saw their eyes on her breasts。 She laughed to herself; well aware that; even discreetly; she would be the only woman in the room who had dared to be so modern; to emulate the fashion that had begun the year before in Swinging London。
〃Evening; Mr。 Havergill; Mrs。 Havergill;〃 she said politely; moving around them in the crush。 She knew him well。 Many times he had been invited onto Gornt's yacht。 Sometimes Gornt's yacht would steam out from the Yacht Club; Hong Kong side; with just her and Quillan and his men friends aboard and go over to Kowloon; to the sea…washed steps beside the Golden Ferry where the girls would be waiting; dressed in sun clothes or boating clothes。
In her early days with Quillan she too had had to wait Kowloon side; honoring the golden rule in the Colony that discretion was all important and when you live Hong Kong side you play Kowloon side; live Kowloon side; play Hong Kong side。
In the days when Quillan's wife was bedridden and Orlanda was openly; though still most discreetly; Quillan's mistress; Quillan would take her with him to Japan and Singapore and Taiwan but never Bangkok。 In those days Paul Havergill was Paul or more likely; Horny … Horny Hav…a…girl; as he was known to most of his intimates。 But even then; whenever she would meet him in public; like tonight; it would always be Mr。 Havergill。 He's not a bad man; she told herself; remembering that though most of his girls never liked him; they fawned on him for he was reasonably generous and could always arrange a sudden loan at low interest for a friend through one of his banking associates; but never at the Vic。
Wise; she thought; amused; and a matter of face。 Ah; but I could write such a book about them all if I wanted to。 I never will … I don't think I ever will。 Why should I; there's no reason。 Even after Macao I've always kept the secrets。 That's another thing Quillan taught me … discretion。
Macao。 What a waste! I can hardly remember what that young man looked like now; only that he was awful at the pillow and; because of him; my life was destroyed。 The fool was only a sudden; passing fancy; the very first。 It was only loneliness because Quillan was away a month and everyone away; and it was lust for youth … just the youth…filled body that had attracted me and proved to be so useless。 Fool! What a fool I was!
Her heart began fluttering at the thought of all those nightmares: being caught; being sent to England; having to fight the youth off; desperate to please Quillan; then ing back and Quillan so cool and never pillowing with him again。 And then the greater nightmare of adjusting to a life without him。
Terrifying days。 That awful unquenchable desire。 Being alone。 Being excluded。 All the tears and the misery then trying to begin again but cautiously; always hoping he would relent if I was patient。 Never anyone in Hong Kong; always alone in Hong Kong; but when the urge was too much; going away and trying but never satisfied。 Oh Quillan; what a lover you were!
Not long ago his wife had died and then; when the time was right; Orlanda had gone to see him。 To seduce him back to her。 That night she had thought that she had succeeded but he had only been toying with her。 〃Put your clothes on; Orlanda。 I was just curious about your body; I wanted to see if it was still as exquisite as it was in my day。 I'm delighted to tell you it is … you're still perfection。 But; so sorry; I don't desire you。〃 And all her frantic weepings and pleadings made no difference。 He just listened and smoked a cigarette then stubbed it out。 〃Orlanda; please don't ever e here again uninvited;〃 he had said so quietly。 〃You chose Macao。〃
And he was right; I did; I took his face away。 Why does he still support me? she asked herself; her eyes wandering the guests; seeking Bartlett。 Do you have to lose something before you find its true value? Is that what life is?
〃Orlanda!〃
She stopped; startled; as someone stepped in her way。 Her eyes focused。 It was Richard Hamilton Pugmire。 He was slightly shorter than she was。 〃May I introduce Charles Biltzmann from America;〃 he was saying with a leer; his nearness making her skin crawl。 〃Charles's going to be; the; er; the new tai…pan of General Stores。 Chuck; this's Orlanda Ramos!〃
〃Pleased to meet you; ma'am!〃
〃How are you?〃 she said politely; instantly disliking him。 〃I'm sorry … 〃
〃Call me Chuck。 It's Orlanda? Say; that's a mighty pretty name; mighty pretty dress!〃 Biltzmann produced his visiting card with a flourish。 〃Old Chinese custom!〃
She accepted it but did not reciprocate。 〃Thank you。 Sorry; Mr。 Biltzmann; would you excuse me? I have to join my friends an… 〃 Before she could prevent it; Pugmire took her arm; led her aside a pace and whispered throatily; 〃How about dinner? You look fantas… 〃
She jerked her arm away trying not to be obvious。 〃Go away; Pug。〃
〃Listen; Orlan… 〃
〃I've told you politely fifty times to leave me alone! Now dew neh loh moh on you and all your line!〃 she said and Pugmire flushed。 She had always detested him; even in the old days。 He was always looking at her behind Quillan's back; leching; and when she had been discarded; Pugmire had pestered her and tried every way to get her into bed … still did。 〃If you ever call or talk to me again I'll tell all Hong Kong about you and your peculiar habits。〃 She nodded politely to Biltzmann; let his card drop unnoticed and walked off。 After a moment; Pugmire went back to the American。
〃What a body!〃 Biltzmann said; his eyes still following her。
〃She's … she's one of our well…known whores;〃 Pugmire said with a sneer。 〃I wish to Christ they'd hurry up with the food。 I'm starving。〃
〃She's a tramp?〃 Biltzmann gaped at him。
〃You can never tell here。〃 Pugmire added; keeping his voice down; 〃I'm surprised Shitee T'Chung invited her。 Still; I don't suppose he gives a shit now that his knighthood's dubbed and paid for。 Years ago; Orlanda used to be a girlfriend of a friend but she was up to her old tricks of selling it on the side。 He caught her at it and gave her the Big E。〃
〃The Big E?〃
〃The Elbow … the shove。〃
Biltzmann could not take his eyes off her。 〃Jesus;〃 he muttered; 〃I don't know about the Big E but I'd sure as hell like to give her the Big One。〃
〃That's just a matter of money but I can assure you; old chap; she's not worth it。 Orlanda's dreadful in the sack; I know; and