jamesclavell.noblehouse-第151章
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thwest of Hong Kong； just out of the sea…lanes； PRC waters and the vast mouth of the Pearl River just to port； open sea to starboard。 All sails were furled。
He lit a cigarette and coughed。 〃All gods curse all fornicating triad turds！〃
〃Shall I wake him again？〃 Goodweather Poon asked。
〃No。 No； the fornicator's told the truth as much as he knows。〃 Wu's calloused fingers reached up and nervously touched the half…coin that he wore now around his neck under his ragged sweat shirt； making sure it was still there。 A knot of anxiety welled at the thought that the coin might be genuine； might be Phillip Chen's missing treasure。 〃You did very well； Goodweather Poon。 Tonight you'll get a bonus。〃 His eyes went to the southeast； seeking the signal。 It was overdue but he was not yet worried。 Automatically his nose sniffed the wind and his tongue tasted it； tangy and heavy with salt。 His eyes ranged the sky and the sea and the horizon。 〃More rain soon；〃 he muttered。
Poon lit another cigarette from his butt and ground the butt into the deck with his horny bare foot。 〃Will it ruin the races on Saturday？〃
The old man shrugged。 〃If the gods will it。 I think it will be piss heavy again tomorrow。 Unless the wind veers。 Unless the wind veers we could have the Devil Winds； the Supreme Winds； and those fornicators could scatter us to the Four Seas。 Piss on the Supreme Winds！〃
〃I'll piss on them if there are no races。 My nose tells me it's Banker Kwang's horse。〃
〃Huh！ That stinky； mealy…mouth nephew of mine certainly needs a change of joss！ The fool's lost his bank！〃
Poon hawked and spat for luck。 〃Thank all gods for Profitable Choy！〃
Since Four Fingers and his captains and his people had all successfully extracted all their monies from the Ho…Pak； thanks to information from Paul Choy … and since he himself was still enjoying vast profits from his son's illicit manipulation of Struan stock； Wu had dubbed him Profitable Choy。 Because of the profit； he had forgiven his son the transgression。 But only in his heart。 Being prudent； the old man had showed none of it outwardly except to his friend and confidant； Goodweather Poon。
〃Bring him on deck。〃
〃What about this Werewolf fornicator？〃 Poon's horny toe stabbed Kin。 〃Young Profitable didn't like him or this matter at all； heya？〃
〃Time he grew up； time he knew how to treat enemies； time he knew real values； not ill…omened； stink…wind； fatuous Golden Mountain values。〃 The old man spat on the deck。 〃He's forgotten who he is and where his interests lie。〃
〃You said yourself you don't send a rabbit against a dragon。 Or a minnow against a shark。 You've your investment to consider and don't forget Profitable Choy's returned everything he cost you over fifteen years twenty times over。 In the money market he's a High Dragon and only twenty…six。 Leave him where he's best； best for you and best for him。 Heya？〃
〃Tonight he's best here。〃
The old seaman scratched his ear。 〃I don't know about that； Four Fingers。 That the gods will decide。 Me； I'd have left him ashore。〃 Now Goodweather Poon was watching the southeast。 His peripheral vision had caught something。 〃You see it？〃
After a moment Four Fingers shook his head。 〃There's plenty of time； plenty of time。〃
〃Yes。〃 The old seaman glanced back at the body trussed with chains like a plucked chicken。 His face split into a grin。 〃Eeeee； but when Profitable Choy turned white like a jellyfish at this fornicator's first scream and first blood； I had to break wind to release my laughter to save his face！〃
〃The young today have no fortitude；〃 Wu repeated； then lit a new cigarette and nodded。 〃But you're right。 After tonight Profitable's going to be left where he belongs to bee even more profitable。〃 He glanced down at Smallpox Kin。 〃Is he dead？〃
〃Not yet。 What a dirty motherless whore to hit Number One Son Noble House Chen with a shovel and then lie about it to us； heya？ And to cut off Chen's ear and blame his father and brothers and lie about that too！ And then taking the ransom even though they couldn't deliver the goods！ Terrible！〃
〃Disgusting！〃 The old man guffawed。 〃Even more terrible to get caught。 But then you showed the fornicator the error of his rotten ways； Goodweather Poon。〃
They both laughed； happy together。
〃Shall I cut off his other ear； Four Fingers？〃
〃Not yet。 Soon； yes； very soon。〃
Again Poon scratched his head。 〃One thing I don't understand。 I don't understand why you told me to put their sign on Number One Son and leave him as they planned to leave him。〃 He frowned at Four Fingers。 〃When this fornicator's dead that's all the Werewolves dead； heya？ So what good is the sign？〃
Four Fingers cackled。 〃All es clear to he who waits。 Patience；〃 he said； very pleased with himself。 The sign implied the Werewolves were very much alive。 If only he and Poon knew that they were all dead； he could at any time resurrect them； or the threat of them。 At his whim。 Yes； he thought happily； kill one to terrify ten thousand！ The 〃Werewolves〃 can easily bee a continuous source of extra revenue at very little cost。 A few phone calls； a judicious kidnapping or two； perhaps another ear。 〃Patience； Goodweather Poon。 Soon you'll un… 〃 He stopped。 Both men had centered their eyes on the same spot in the darkness。 A small； dimly lit freighter was just nosing into sight。 In a moment two lights flashed at her masthead。 At once Wu went to the conn and flashed an answering signal。 The freighter flashed the confirm。 〃Good；〃 Wu said happily； flashing his reconfirm。 The deck crew had also seen the lights。 One hurried below to fetch the rest of the seamen and the others went to their action stations。 Wu's eyes fell on Smallpox Kin。 〃First him；〃 he said malevolently。 〃Fetch my son here。〃
Weakly Paul Choy groped his way on deck。 He gulped the fresh air gratefully； the stench from below decks overpowering。 He climbed the gangway to the poop。 When he saw the red mess on the deck and the partial person on the deck； his stomach revolted and once more he threw up over the side。
Four Finger Wu said； 〃Give Goodweather Poon a hand。〃
〃What？〃
〃Are your ears filled with vomit？〃 the old man shouted。 〃Give him a hand。〃
Frightened； Paul Choy reeled over to the old seaman； the helmsman watching interestedly。 〃What do you 。。。 you want me to do？〃
〃Take his legs！〃
Paul Choy tried to dominate his nausea。 He closed his eyes。 His nostrils were filled with the smell of vomit and blood。 He reached down； took the legs and part of the heavy chain and staggered； half falling； to the side。 Goodweather Poon was carrying most of the weight and he could easily have carried it all and Paul Choy too if need be。 Effortlessly he balanced Smallpox Kin on the gunnel。
〃Hold him there！〃 By prearrangement with Four Fingers； the old seaman backed away； leaving Paul Choy on his own； the unconscious； mutilated face and body slumped precariously against him。
〃Put him overboard！〃 Wu ordered。
〃But Father 。。。 please 。。。 he's 。。。 he's not de 。。。 not dead yet。 Pl… 〃
〃Put him over the side！〃
Beside himself with fear and loathing； Paul Choy tried to pull the body back aboard but the wind squalled and heeled the junk and the last of the Werewolves toppled into the sea and sank without a trace。 Helplessly Paul Choy stared at the waves slopping against the teak。 He saw that there was blood on his shirt and on his hands。 Another wave of nausea racked him； tormenting him。
〃Here！〃 Gruffly Wu handed his son a flask。 It contained whiskey； good whiskey。 Paul Choy choked a little but his stomach held the whiskey。 Wu turned back to the conn； waved the helmsman toward the freighter； the throttle opened to full ahead。 Paul Choy almost fell but managed to grab the gunnel and stay on his feet； unprepared for the suddenness of the deep…throated roar and burst of speed。 When he had his sea legs he looked at his father。 Now the old man was near the tiller； Goodweather Poon nearby； and both were peering into the darkness。 He could see the small ship and his stomach reeled； and he hated his father afresh； hated being on board and being involved in what obviously was smuggling … on top of the horror of the Werewolf。
Whatever that poor son of a bitch did； he thought； enraged； it doesn't merit taking the law into your own hands。 He should've been handed over to the police to be hanged or imprisoned or whatever。
Wu felt the eyes on him and he glanced back。 His face did not change。 〃e here；〃 he ordered； his thumbless hand stabbing the gunnel in front of him。 〃Stand here。〃
Numbly Paul Choy obeyed。 He was much taller than his father and Goodweather Poon but he was a piece of chaff against either of them。
The junk sped through the darkness on an intercept course； the sea black and the night black with just a little moonlight sifting through the overcast。 Soon they were just aft of the vessel and a little to starboard； closing fast。 She was small； slow and quite old and she dipped uneasily in the gathering swell。 〃She's a coastal freighter；〃 Goodweather Poon volunteered； 〃a Thai trawler we call them。 There's dozens of the fornicators in all Asian waters。 They're the lice of the seas； Profitable Choy； crewed by scum； captained by scum； and they leak like lobster pots。 Most ply the Bangkok； Singapore； Manila； Hong Kong route； and wherever else they've a cargo for。 This one's out of Bangkok。〃 He hawked and spat； revolting the young man again。 〃I wouldn't want to voyage on one of those stinking whores。 Th… 〃
He stopped。 There was another brief flashing signal。 Wu answered it。 Then all on deck saw the splash on her starboard side as something heavy went overboard。 At once Four Fingers rang up 〃all engines stop。〃 The sudden quiet was deafening。 Bow lookouts peered into the darkness； the junk wallowing and swerving as she slowed。
Then one of the bow lookouts signaled with a flag。 At once Wu gave a little engine and made the correction。 Another silent signal and another change of direction and then a sharper； more excited movement of the flag。
Immediately Wu reversed engines。 The props bit the sea heavily。 Then he killed the thrust； the junk swerving closer to the line of bobbing buoys。 The gnarled old man seemed to be part of the ship as Paul Choy watched him with his eyes fixed into the sea ahead。 Nimbly Wu maneuvered the ponderous junk into the course of the buoys。 In a few moments a seaman with a long； hooked boarding pole leaned out from the main deck and hooked the line。 The rough cork buoys were brought aboard deftly； other seamen helping； and the line attached securely to a stanchion。 With practiced skill the chief deckhand cut away the buoys and cast them overboard while more seamen made sure that the bales attached to the other end of the line below the surface were safe and secure。 Paul Choy could see the bales clearly now。 There were two of them； perhaps six foot by three foot by three foot； roped together heavily underwater； their sinking weight keeping the thick line taut。 As soon as all was tight and safe； the cargo secure alongside though still five or six feet beneath the surface of the sea； the chief deckhand signaled。 At once Four Fingers brought the junk to cruising speed and they sped away on a different tack。
The whole operation had been done in si
