jamesclavell.noblehouse-第127部分

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　〃Informers　have　given　us　proof　you're　all　thieving　charity　money　that　belongs　to　starving　women　and　children！〃
　At　once　both　began　protesting　their　innocence。
　〃Enough！　The　judge　will　decide！　You　will　go　to　headquarters　and　give　statements。〃　Then　he　switched　back　into　English　once　more。　〃Sergeant；　take　them　back　to　headquarters。　Corporal；　let's　st…　〃
　〃Honored　sir；〃　Bucktooth　Lo　began　in　halting；　nervous　English；　〃if　I　may　to　talk；　in　office；　plees？〃　He　pointed　at　the　inner；　equally　untidy　and　cluttered　office。
　〃All　right。〃
　Armstrong　followed　Lo；　towering　over　him。　The　man　closed　the　door　nervously　and　began　talking　Cantonese　quickly　and　very　quietly。　〃I　don't　know　anything　about　anything　criminal；　Lord。　If　something's　amiss　it's　those　other　two　fornicators；　I'm　just　an　honest　businessman　who　wants　to　make　money　and　send　his　children　to　university　in　America　an…　〃
　〃Yes。　Of　course。　What　did　you　want　to　say　to　me　privately　before　you　go　down　to　police　headquarters？〃
　The　man　smiled　nervously　and　went　to　the　desk　and　began　to　unlock　a　drawer。　〃If　anyone's　guilty　it's　not　me；　Lord。　I　don't　know　anything　about　anything。〃　He　opened　the　drawer。　It　was　filled　with　used；　red；　100…dollar　notes。　They　were　clipped　into　thousands。　〃If　you'll　let　me　go；　Lord　。。。〃　He　grinned　up　at　him；　fingering　the　notes。
　Armstrong's　foot　lashed　out　and　the　drawer　slammed　and　caught　Lo's　fingertips　and　he　let　out　a　howl　of　pain。　He　tore　the　drawer　open　with　his　good　hand。　〃Oh　oh　oh　my　fornic…　〃
　Armstrong　shoved　his　face　close　to　the　petrified　Chinese。　〃Listen；　you　dogmeat　turd；　it's　against　the　law　to　try　to　bribe　a　policeman　and　if　you　claim　your　fingers're　police　brutality　I'll　personally　grind　your　fornicating　Secret　Sack　to　mincemeat！〃
　He　leaned　back　against　the　desk；　his　heart　pounding；　sickness　in　his　throat；　enraged　at　the　temptation　and　sight　of　all　that　money。　How　easy　it　would　be　to　take　it　and　pay　his　debts　and　have　more　than　enough　over　to　gamble　on　the　market　and　at　the　races；　and　then　to　leave　Hong　Kong　before　it　was　too　late。
　So　easy。　So　much　more　easy　to　take　than　to　resist　…　this　time　or　all　the　other　thousand　times。　There　must　be　30；　40；000　in　that　drawer　alone。　And　if　there's　one　drawer　full　there　must　be　others　and　if　I　lean　on　this　bastard　he'll　cough　up　ten　times　this　amount。
　Roughly　he　reached　out　and　grabbed　the　man's　hand。　Again　the　man　cried　out。　One　fingertip　was　mashed　and　Armstrong　thought　Lo　would　lose　a　couple　of　fingernails　and　have　plenty　of　pain　but　that　was　all。　He　was　angry　with　himself　that　he　had　lost　his　temper　but　he　was　tired　and　knew　it　was　not　just　tiredness。　〃What　do　you　know　about　Tsu…yan？〃
　〃Wat？　Me？　Nothing。　Tsu…yan　who？〃
　Armstrong　grabbed　him　and　shook　him。　〃Tsu…yan！　The　gunrunner　Tsu…yan！〃
　〃Nothing；　Lord！〃
　〃Liar！　The　Tsu…yan　who　visits　Mr。　Ng　next　door！〃
　〃Tsu…yan？　Oh　him？　Gun…runner？　I　didn't　know　he's　a　gun…runner！　I　always　thought　he　was　a　businessman。　He's　another　Northerner　like　Photographer　Ng　…　〃
　〃Who？〃
　〃Photographer　Ng；　Lord。　Vee　Cee　Ng　from　next　door。　He　and　this　Tsu…yan　never　e　in　here　or　talk　to　us。　。。。　Oh　I　need　a　doctor　。。。　oh　my　han…　〃
　〃Where's　Tsu…yan　now？〃
　〃I　don't　know。　Lord　。。。　oh　my　fornicating　hand；　oh　oh　oh。　。。。　I　swear　by　all　the　gods　I　don't　know　him。　。。。　oh　oh　oh。　。。。〃
　Irritably　Armstrong　shoved　him　in　a　chair　and　jerked　open　the　door。　The　three　policemen　and　two　secretaries　stared　at　him　silently。　〃Sergeant；　take　this　bugger　to　HQ　and　charge　him　with　trying　to　bribe　a　policeman。　Look　at　this。　。。。〃　He　beckoned　him　in　and　pointed　at　the　drawer。
　Sergeant　Yat's　eyes　widened。　〃Dew　neh　loh　moh！〃
　〃Count　it　and　get　both　men　to　sign　the　amount　as　correct　and　take　it　to　HQ　with　them　and　turn　it　in。〃
　〃Yes　sir。〃
　〃Corporal；　you　start　going　through　the　files。　I'm　going　next　door。　I'll　be　back　shortly。〃
　〃Yes　sir。〃
　Armstrong　strode　out。　He　knew　that　this　money　would　be　counted　quickly；　and　any　other　money　in　the　offices　…　if　this　drawer　was　full　others　would　be　…　then　the　amount　to　be　turned　in　would　be　quickly　negotiated　by　the　principals；　Sergeant　Yat　and　Lo　and　Tak；　and　the　rest　split　among　them。　Lo　and　Tak　would　believe　him　to　be　in　for　a　major　share　and　his　own　men　would　consider　him　mad　not　to　be。　Never　mind。　He　didn't　care。　The　money　was　stolen；　and　Sergeant　Yat　and　his　men　were　all　good　policemen　and　their　pay　totally　inadequate　for　their　responsibilities。　A　little　h'eung　yau　wouldn't　do　them　any　harm；　it　would　be　a　godsend。
　Won't　it？
　In　China　you　have　to　be　pragmatic；　he　told　himself　grimly　as　he　knocked　on　the　door　of　721　and　went　in。　A　good…looking　secretary　looked　up　from　her　lunch　…　a　bowl　of　pure　white　rice　and　slivers　of　roast　pork　and　jet　green　broccoli　steaming　nicely。
　〃Afternoon。〃　Armstrong　flashed　his　ID　card。　〃I'd　like　to　see　Mr。　Vee　Cee　Ng；　please。〃
　〃Sorry；　sir；〃　the　girl　said；　her　English　good　and　her　eyes　blank。　〃He's　out。　Out　for　lunch。〃
　〃Where？〃
　〃At　his　club；　I　think。　He　…　he　won't　be　back　today　until　five。〃
　〃Which　club？〃
　She　told　him。　He　had　never　heard　of　it　but　that　meant　nothing　as　there　were　hundreds　of　private　Chinese　lunching　or　dining　or　at　mah…jong　clubs。
　〃What's　your　name？〃
　〃Virginia　Tong。　Sir；〃　she　added　as　an　afterthought。
　〃Do　you　mind　if　I　look　around？〃　He　saw　her　eyes　flash　nervously。　〃Here's　my　search　warrant。〃
　She　took　it　and　read　it　and　he　thought；　full　marks；　young　lady。　〃Do　you　think　you　could　wait；　wait　till　five　o'clock？〃　she　asked。
　〃I'll　take　a　short　look　now。〃
　She　shrugged　and　got　up　and　opened　the　inner　office。　It　was　small　and　empty　but　for　untidy　desks；　phones；　filing　cabinets；　shipping　posters　and　sailing　schedules。　Two　inner　doors　let　off　it　and　a　back　door。　He　opened　one　door　on　the　720　side　but　it　was　a　dank；　evil…smelling　toilet　and　dirty　washbasin。　The　back　door　was　bolted。　He　slid　the　bolts　back　and　went　onto　the　dingy　back…stairs　landing　that　served　as　a　makeshift　fire　escape　and　alternate　means　of　exit。　He　rebolted　it；　watched　all　the　time　by　Virginia　Tong。　The　last　door；　on　the　far　side；　was　locked。
　〃Would　you　open　it　please？〃
　〃Mr。　Vee　Cee　has　the　only　key；　sir。〃
　Armstrong　sighed。　〃I　do　have　a　search　warrant；　Miss　Tong；　and　the　right　to　kick　the　door　in；　if　necessary。〃
　She　stared　back　at　him　so　he　shrugged　and　stood　away　from　the　door　and　readied　to　kick　it　in。　Truly。
　〃Just　。。。　just　a　moment；　sir；〃　she　stammered。　〃I　。。。　I'll　see　if　there　。。。　if　he　left　his　key　before　he　went　out。〃
　〃Good。　Thank　you。〃　Armstrong　watched　her　open　a　desk　drawer　and　pretend　to　search；　then　another　drawer　and　another　and　then；　sensing　his　impatience；　she　found　a　key　under　a　money　box。　〃Ah；　here　it　is！〃　she　said　as　though　a　miracle　had　happened。　He　noticed　she　was　perspiring　now。　Good；　he　thought。　She　unlocked　the　door　and　stood　back。　This　door　opened　directly　onto　another。　Armstrong　opened　it　and　whistled　involuntarily。　The　room　beyond　was　large；　luxurious；　thick…carpeted　with　elegant　suede　leather　sofas　and　rosewood　furniture　and　fine　paintings。　He　wandered　in。　Virginia　Tong　watched　from　the　doorway。　The　fine　antique　rosewood；　tooled　leather　desk　was　bare　and　clean　and　polished；　a　bowl　of　flowers　on　it；　and　some　framed　photographs；　all　of　a　beaming　Chinese　leading　in　a　garlanded　racehorse；　and　one　of　the　same　Chinese　in　dinner　jacket　shaking　hands　with　the　governor；　Dunross　nearby。
　〃That's　Mr。　Ng？〃
　〃Yes　sir。〃
　Top…quality　hi…fi　and　record　player　were　to　one　side；　and　a　tall　cocktail　cabinet。　Another　doorway　let　off　this　room。　He　pushed　the　half…opened　door　aside。　An　elegant；　very　feminine　bedroom　with　a　huge；　unmade　king…sized　bed；　mirror…lined　ceiling　and　a　decorator's　bathroom　off　it；　with　perfumes；　aftershave　lotions；　gleaming　modern　fittings　and　many　buckets　of　water。
　〃Interesting；〃　he　said　and　looked　at　her。
　She　said　nothing；　just　waited。
　Armstrong　saw　that　she　had　nylon…clad　legs　and　was　very　trim　with　well…groomed　nails　and　hair。　I'll　bet　she's　a　dragon；　and　expensive。　He　turned　away　from　her　and　looked　around　thoughtfully。　Clearly　this　self…contained　apartment　had　been　made　out　of　the　adjoining　suite。　Well；　he　told　himself　with　a　touch　of　envy；　if　you're　rich　and　you　want　a　private；　secret　flat　for　an　afterno