jamesclavell.noblehouse-第53章
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〃Whoever your spy is; he's wrong。 Orlin will extend。 They always have。〃
〃Don't bet on it this time。 I know those bastards and if they smell a killing; they'll have your ass so fast you'll never know what happened。〃
〃A killing of Struan's?〃 Dunross laughed sardonically。 〃There's no way Orlin or any god…cursed bank could … or would want us wrecked。〃
〃Maybe Gornt's got a deal cooking with them。〃
〃Christ Jesus。 。。。〃 Dunross held on to his temper with an effort。 〃Has he or hasn't he?〃
〃Ask him。〃
〃I will。 Meanwhile if you know anything; tell me now!〃
〃You've got enemies every which way。〃
〃So have you。〃
〃Yes。 Does that make us good or bad partners?〃 Bartlett stared back at Dunross。 Then his eyes fell on a portrait at the far end of the gallery。 Ian Dunross was staring down at him from the wall; the likeness marvelous; part of a three…masted clipper in the background。
〃Is that 。。。 Jesus; that's gotta be Dirk; Dirk Struan!〃
Dunross turned and looked at the painting。 〃Yes。〃
Bartlett walked over and studied it。 Now that he looked closer he could see that the sea captain was not Dunross; but even so; there was a curious similarity。 〃Jacques was right;〃 he said。
〃No。〃
〃He's right。〃 He turned and studied Dunross as though the man was a picture; paring them back and forth。 At length he said; 〃It's the eyes and the line of the jaw。 And the taunting look in the eyes which says; 'You'd better believe I can kick the shit out of you anytime I want to。' 〃
The mouth smiled at him。 〃Does it now?〃
〃Yes。〃
〃There's no problem on a line of credit; new or old。〃
〃I think there is。〃
〃The Victoria's our bank … we're big stockholders。〃
〃How big?〃
〃We've alternate sources of credit if need be。 But we'll get everything we want from the Vic。 They're cash heavy too。〃
〃Your Richard Kwang doesn't think so。〃
Dunross looked back from the portrait sharply。 〃Why?〃
〃He didn't say; Ian。 He didn't say anything; but Casey knows bankers and she read the bottom line and that's what she thinks he thinks。 I don't think she's much taken by Havergill either。〃
After a pause; Dunross said; 〃What else does she think?〃
〃That maybe we should go with Gornt。〃
〃Be my guest。〃
〃I may。 What about Taipei?〃 Bartlett asked; wanting to keep Dunross off balance。
〃What about it?〃
〃I'm still invited?〃
〃Yes; yes of course。 That reminds me; you're released into my custody by kind permission of the assistant missioner of police。 Armstrong will be so informed tomorrow。 You'll have to sign a piece of paper that you guarantee you'll return when I do。〃
〃Thanks for arranging it。 Casey is still not invited?〃
〃I thought we settled that this morning。〃
〃Just asking。 What about my airplane?〃
Dunross frowned; off balance。 〃I suppose it's still impounded。 Did you want to use it for the Taipei trip?〃
〃It'd be convenient; wouldn't it; then we could leave to suit ourselves。〃
〃I'll see what I can do。〃 Dunross watched him。 〃And your offer's firm until Tuesday?〃
〃Firm; just as Casey said。 Until close of business Tuesday。〃
〃Midnight Tuesday;〃 Dunross countered。
〃Do you always barter whatever the hell someone says?〃
〃Don't you?〃
〃Okay; midnight Tuesday。 Then one minute into Wednesday all debts and friendships are canceled。〃 Bartlett needed to keep the pressure on Dunross; needed the counteroffer now and not Tuesday so he could use it with or against Gornt。 〃The guy from Blacs; the chairman; what was his name?〃
〃pton Southerby。〃
〃Yes; Southerby。 I was talking to him after dinner。 He said they were all the way in back of Gornt。 He implied Gornt also has a lot of Eurodollars on call if he ever needed them。〃 Again Bartlett saw the piece of information slam home。 〃So I still don't know how you're going to pay Toda Shipping;〃 he said。
Dunross didn't answer at once。 He was still trying to find a way out of the maze。 Each time he came back to the beginning: the spy must be Gavallan; deVille; Linbar Struan; Phillip Chen; Alastair Struan; David MacStruan; or his father; Colin Dunross。 Some of Bartlett's information the banks would know … but not their corporate losses this year。 That figure had been too accurate。 That was the shocker。 And the 〃。。。 written…up paper profit。〃
He was looking at the American; wondering how much more inside knowledge the man had; feeling the trap closing on him with no way to maneuver; yet knowing he could not concede too much or he would lose everything。
What to do?
He glanced at Dirk Struan on the wall and saw the twisted half…smile and the look that said to him; Gamble laddie; where are thy balls?
Very well。
〃Don't worry about Struan's。 If you decide to join us; I want a two…year deal … 20 million next year too;〃 he said; going for broke。 〃I'd like 7 on signing the contract。〃
Bartlett kept the joy off his face。 〃Okay on the two…year deal。 As to the cash flow; Casey offered 2 million down and then one and a half per month on the first of each month。 Gavallan said that would be acceptable。〃
〃It's not。 I'd like 7 down; the rest spread monthly。〃
〃If I agree to that I want title to your new Toda ships as a guarantee this year。〃
〃What the hell do you want guarantees for?〃 Dunross snapped。 〃The whole point of the deal is that we'd be partners; partners in an immense expansion into Asia。〃
〃Yes。 But our 7 million cash covers your September payments to Toda Shipping; takes you off the Orlin hook and we get nothing in return。〃
〃Why should I give you any concession? I can discount your contract immediately and get an advance of 18 of the 20 million you provide with no trouble at all。〃
Yes; you can; Bartlett thought … once the contract's signed。 But before that you've got nothing。 〃I'll agree to change the down payment; Ian。 But in return for what?〃 Casually he glanced at a painting opposite him; but he did not see it; for all of his senses were concentrating on Dunross; knowing they were getting down to the short strokes。 Title to the huge Toda bulk…cargo ships would cover all of Par…Con's risk whatever Dunross did。
〃Don't forget;〃 he added; 〃your 21 percent of the Victoria Bank stock is already in hock; signed over as collateral against your indebtedness to them。 If you fail on the Toda payment or the Orlin; your old pal Havergill'll jerk the floor out。 I would。〃
Dunross knew he was beaten。 If Bartlett knew the exact amount of their secret bank holdings; Chen's secret holdings; together with their open holdings; there was no telling what other power the American had over him。 〃All right;〃 he said。 〃I'll give you title to my ships for three months; providing first; you guarantee to keep it secret between the two of us; second; that our contracts are signed within seven days from today; third; that you agree to the cash flow I've suggested。 Last; you guarantee not to leak one word of this until I make the announcement。〃
〃When do you want to do that?〃
〃Sometime between Friday and Monday。〃
〃I'd want to know in advance;〃 Bartlett said。
〃Of course。 Twenty…four hours。〃
〃I want title to the ships for six months; contracts within ten days。〃
〃No。〃
〃Then no deal;〃 Bartlett said。
〃Very well;〃 Dunross said immediately。 〃Then let's return to the party。〃 He turned at once and calmly headed for the stairs。
Bartlett was startled with the abrupt ending of the negotiations。 〃Wait;〃 he said; his heart skipping a beat。
Dunross stopped at the balustrade and faced him; one hand casually on the bannister。
Grimly Bartlett tried to gauge Dunross; his stomach twisting uneasily。 He read finality in the eyes。 〃All right; title till January first; that's four months…odd; secret to you; me and Casey; contracts next Tuesday … that gives me time to get my tax people here … the cash flow as you laid it out subject to 。。。 when's our meeting tomorrow?〃
〃It was at ten。 Can we make it eleven?〃
〃Sure。 Then it's a deal; subject to confirmation tomorrow at eleven。〃
〃No。 You've' no need for more time。 I might have but you haven't。〃 Again the thin smile。 〃Yes or no?〃
Bartlett hesitated; all his instincts saying close now; stick out your hand and close; you've everything you wanted。 Yes … but what about Casey? 〃This's Casey's deal。 She can mit up to 20 million。 You mind shaking with her?〃
〃A tai…pan deals with a tai…pan on a closing; it's an old Chinese custom。 Is she tai…pan of Par…Con?〃
〃No;〃 Bartlett said evenly。 〃I am。〃
〃Good。〃 Dunross came back and put out his hand; calling him; playing with him; reading his mind。 〃Then it's a deal?〃
Bartlett looked at the hand then into the cold blue eyes; his heart pounding heavily。 〃It's a deal … but I want her to close it with you。〃 Dunross let his hand fall。 〃I repeat; who's tai…pan of Par…Con?〃 Bartlett looked back levelly。 〃A promise is a promise; Ian。 It's important to her; and I promised she had the ball up to 20 million。〃 He saw Dunross begin to turn away; so he said firmly; 〃Ian; if I have to choose between the deal and Casey; my promise to Casey; then that's no contest。 None。 I'd consider it a fav… 〃 He stopped。 Both their heads jerked around as there was a slight; involuntary noise from an eavesdropper in the shadows at the far end of the gallery where there was a group of high…backed settees and tall winged chairs。 Instantly; Dunross spun on his heel and; catlike; hurtled silently to the attack。 Bartlett's reactions were almost as fast。 He; too; went quickly in support。
Dunross stopped at the green velvet settee。 He sighed。 It was no eavesdropper but his thirteen…year…old daughter; Glenna; fast asleep; curled up; all legs and arms like a young filly; angelic in her crumpled party dress; his wife's thin rope of pearls around her neck。
Bartlett's heart slowed and he whispered; 〃Jesus; for a moment 。。。 Hey; she's as cute as a button!〃
〃Do you have any children?〃
〃Boy and two girls。 Brett's sixteen; Jenny's fourteen and Mary is thirteen。 Unfortunately I don't see them very often。〃 Bartlett; gaining his breath again; continued quietly; 〃They're on the East Coast now。 Afraid I'm not very popular。 Their mother 。。。 we; we were divorced seven years ago。 She's remarried now but 。。。〃 Bartlett shrugged; then looked down at the child。 〃She's a doll! You're lucky。〃
Dunross leaned over and gently picked up his child。 She hardly stirred; just nestled closer to him; contentedly。 He looked at the American thoughtfully。 Then he said; 〃Bring Casey back here in ten minutes。 I'll do what you ask … as much as I disapprove of it … because you wish to honor your promise。〃 He walked away; sure…footed; and disappeared into the east wing where Glenna's bedroom was。
After a pause; Bartlett glanced up at the portrait of Dirk Struan。 The smile mocked him。 〃Go screw yourself;〃 he muttered; feeling that Dunross had outsmarted him somehow。 Then he grinned。 〃Eh; what the hell! Your boy's doing all right; Dirk old buddy!〃
He went for the stairs。 Then he noticed an unlit portrait in a half…hidden alcove。 He stopped。 The oil painting was of an old gray…bearded sea captain with one eye; hook…nosed and arrogant; his face scarred; a cutlass on the table beside him。
Bartlett gasped as he saw that the canvas was slashed and counterslashed; with a short knife buried in the man's heart; impaling the paintin