jamesclavell.noblehouse-第188部分

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；　Casey；　if　you　want　drop　dead　money　it's　here　for　the　taking。〃
　〃Let's　hope！　You　go；　Linc；　I've　really　got　a　pile　of　stuff　to　get　through。〃
　〃It　can　wait。　Today　might　be　the　clincher。　We　should　be　in　at　the　kill。〃
　〃Gornt's　going　to　win？〃
　〃Sure；　unless　Ian　gets　massive　financing。　I　hear　the　Victoria　won't　support　him。　And　Orlin　won't　renew　his　loan；　just　as　I　forecast！〃
　〃Gornt　told　you？〃
　〃Just　before　lunch　…　but　everyone　knows　everything　in　this　place。　Never　known　anything　like　it。〃
　〃Then　maybe　Ian　knows　you　put　up　the　2　million　to　start　Gornt　off。〃
　〃Maybe。　It　doesn't　matter；　so　long　as　they　don't　know　Par…Con's　on　the　way　to　bee　the　new　Noble　House。　How　'bout　Tai…pan　Bartlett？〃
　Casey　remembered　his　sudden　grin　and　the　warmth　flooding　out　at　her　and　she　felt　it　now；　standing　on　the　floor　of　the　Stock　Exchange；　watching　him；　crowds　of　men　around　her；　only　three　important　…　Quillan；　Ian　and　Linc　…　the　most　vital　and　exciting　of　all　the　men　she　had　ever　met。　She　smiled　back　at　them　equally；　then　said　to　Gornt；　〃No；　I'm　not　in　the　market；　not　personally。　I　don't　like　gambling　…　the　cost　of　my　money　es　too　high。〃
　Someone　muttered；　〃What　a　rotten　thing　to　say！〃
　Gornt　paid　no　attention　and　kept　his　eyes　on　her。　〃Wise；　very　wise。　Of　course；　sometimes　there's　a　sure　thing；　sometimes　you　can　make　a　killing。〃　He　looked　at　Dunross　who　was　watching　with　his　curious　smile。　〃Figuratively；　of　course。〃
　〃Of　course。　Well；　Quillan；　see　you　tomorrow。〃
　〃Hey；　Mr。　Bartlett；〃　someone　called　out；　〃have　you　made　a　deal　with　Struan's　or　not？〃
　〃Yes；〃　another　said；　〃and　what　does　Raider　Bartlett　think　of　a　raid　Hong　Kong　style？〃
　Another　silence　fell。　Bartlett　shrugged。　〃A　raid　is　a　raid　wherever；〃　he　said　carefully；　〃and　I'd　say　this　one's　mounted　and　launched。　But　you　never　know　you've　won　until　you've　won　and　all　the　votes　are　counted。　I　agree　with　Mr。　Dunross。　You　can　get　burned。〃　He　grinned　again；　his　eyes　dancing。　〃I　also　agree　with　Mr。　Gornt。　Sometimes　you　can　make　a　killing；　figuratively。〃
　There　was　another　burst　of　laughter。　Dunross　used　it　to　push　through　to　the　door。　Bartlett　and　Casey　followed。　At　his　chauffeured　Rolls　below；　Dunross　said；　〃e　on；　get　in　…　sorry；　I've　got　to　hurry；　but　the　car'll　take　you　home。〃
　〃No；　that's　all　right；　we'll　take　a　cab。　。。。〃
　〃No；　get　in。　In　this　rain　you'll　have　to　wait　half　an　hour。〃
　〃The　ferry'll　do　fine；　tai…pan；〃　Casey　said。　〃He　can　drop　us　there。〃　They　got　in　and　drove　off；　the　traffic　snarled。
　〃What're　you　going　to　do　about　Gornt？〃　Bartlett　asked。
　Dunross　laughed　and　Casey　and　Bartlett　tried　to　gauge　the　strength　of　it。　〃I'm　going　to　wait；〃　he　said。　〃It's　an　old　Chinese　custom：　Patience。　Everything　es　to　him　who　waits。　Thanks　for　keeping　mum　about　our　deal。　You　handled　that　rather　well。〃
　〃You'll　announce　tomorrow　after　the　market　closes；　as　planned？〃　Bartlett　asked。
　〃I'd　like　to　leave　my　options　open。　I　know　this　market；　you　don't。　Perhaps　tomorrow。〃　Dunross　looked　at　them　both　clearly。　〃Perhaps　not　until　Tuesday　when　we've　actually　signed。　I　presume　we　still　have　a　deal？　Until　Tuesday　at　midnight？〃
　〃Sure；〃　Casey　said。
　〃Can　the　announcement　time　be　left　to　me？　I'll　tell　you　beforehand　but　I　may　need　the　timing　to　。。。　to　maneuver。〃
　〃Certainly。〃
　〃Thank　you。　Of　course；　if　we're　down　the　pipe　then；　it's　no　deal。　I　understand　quite　clearly。〃
　〃Gornt　can　get　control？〃　Casey　asked。　Both　of　them　saw　the　change　in　the　Scotsman's　eyes。　The　smile　was　still　there　but　it　was　only　on　the　surface。
　〃No；　not　actually；　but　of　course　with　enough　stock　he　can　force　his　way　immediately　onto　the　board　and　appoint　other　directors。　Once　on　the　board　he　will　be　party　to　most　of　our　secrets　and　he'll　disrupt　and　destroy。〃　Dunross　glanced　back　at　Casey。　〃His　purpose　is　to　destroy。〃
　〃Because　of　the　past？〃
　〃Partially。〃　Dunross　smiled；　but　this　time　they　saw　a　deep…seated　tiredness　within　it。　〃The　stakes　are　high；　face　is　involved；　huge　face；　and　this's　Hong　Kong。　Here　the　strong　survive　and　the　weak　perish　but　en　route　the　government　doesn't　steal　from　you；　or　protect　you。　If　you　don't　want　to　be　free　and　don't　like　our　rules；　or　lack　of　them；　don't　e。　You've　e　for　profit；　heya？〃　He　watched　Bartlett。　〃And　profit　you　will　have；　one　way　or　another。〃
　〃Yes；〃　Bartlett　agreed　blandly；　and　Casey　wondered　how　much　Dunross　knew　about　the　arrangement　with　Gornt。　The　thought　disquieted　her。
　〃Profit's　our　motive；　yes；〃　she　said。　〃But　not　to　destroy。〃
　〃That's　wise；〃　he　said。　〃It's　better　to　create　than　to　destroy。　Oh；　by　the　way；　Jacques　asked　if　you'd　both　like　to　dine　with　him　tonight；　8：30…ish。　I　can't；　I've　an　official　do　with　the　governor　but　I　might　see　you　for　a　drink　later。〃
　〃Thanks；　but　I　can't　tonight；〃　Bartlett　said　easily；　not　feeling　easy　at　the　sudden　thought　of　Orlanda。　〃How　about　you；　Casey？〃
　〃No；　no　thanks。　I've　a　stack　to　get　through；　tai…pan；　maybe　we　could　take　a　rain　check？〃　she　asked　him　happily　and　thought　that　he　was　wise　to　be　close…mouthed　and　Linc　Bartlett　equally　wise　to　cool　it　with　Struan's　for　a　while。　Yes；　she　told　herself；　her　mind　diverted；　and　it'll　be　lovely　to　have　dinner　with　Linc；　just　the　two　of　us；　like　lunch。　Maybe　we　can　even　take　in　a　movie。
　
　Dunross　went　into　his　office。
　〃Oh　。。。　oh　hello；　tai…pan；〃　Claudia　said。　〃Mr。　and　Mrs。　Kirk　are　in　the　downstairs　reception　room。　Bill　Foster's　resignation's　in　your　in　tray。〃
　〃Good。　Claudia；　make　sure　I　see　Linbar　before　he　goes。〃　He　was　watching　her　carefully　and　though　she　was　consummate　at　hiding　her　feelings；　he　could　sense　her　fear。　He　sensed　it　in　the　whole　building。　Everyone　pretended　otherwise　but　confidence　was　tottering。　〃Without　confidence　in　the　general；〃　Sun　Tzu　had　written；　〃no　battle　can　be　won　by　however　many　troops　and　with　however　many　weapons。〃
　Uneasily　Dunross　rethought　his　plan　and　position。　He　knew　he　had　very　few　moves；　that　the　only　true　defense　was　attack　and　he　could　not　attack　without　massive　funds。　This　morning　when　he　had　met　Lando　Mata；　he　had　got　only　a　reluctant　perhaps。　〃。。。　I　told　you　I　have　to　consult　with　Tightfist　Tung　first。　I've　left　messages　but　I　just　can't　get　hold　of　him。〃
　〃He's　in　Macao？〃
　〃Yes；　yes　I　think　so。　He　said　he　was　arriving　today　but　I　don't　know　on　which　ferry。　I　really　don't　know；　tai…pan。　If　he's　not　on　the　last　inbound；　I'll　go　back　to　Macao　and　see　him　at　once　…　if　he's　available。　I'll　call　you　this　evening；　the　moment　I've　talked　to　him。　By　the　way；　have　you　reconsidered　either　of　our　offers？〃
　〃Yes。　I　can't　sell　you　control　of　Struan's。　And　I　can't　leave　Struan's　and　run　the　gambling　in　Macao。〃
　〃With　our　money　you'll　smash　Gornt；　you　co…　〃
　〃I　can't　pass　over　control。〃
　〃Perhaps　we　could　bine　both　offers。　We　support　you　against　Gornt　in　return　for　control　of　Struan's　and　you　run　our　gambling　syndicate；　secretly　if　you　wish。　Yes；　it　could　be　secret。　。。。〃
　Dunross　shifted　in　his　easy　chair；　certain　that　Lando　Mata　and　Tightfist　were　using　the　trap　that　he　was　in　to　further　their　own　interests。　Just　like　Bartlett　and　Casey；　he　thought　without　anger。　Now　that's　an　interesting　woman。　Beautiful；　courageous　and　loyal　…　to　Bartlett。　I　wonder　if　she　knows　he　breakfasted　with　Orlanda　this　morning；　then　visited　her　flat。　I　wonder　if　they　know　I　know　about　the　2　million　from　Switzerland。　Bartlett's　smart；　very　smart；　and　making　all　the　correct　moves；　but　he's　wide　open　to　attack　because　he's　predictable　and　his　jugular's　an　Asian　girl。　Perhaps　Orlanda；　perhaps　not；　but　certainly　a　youth…filled　Golden　Skin。　Quillan　was　clever　to　bait　the　trap　with　her。　Yes。　Orlanda's　a　perfect　bait；　he　thought；　then　put　his　mind　back　to　Lando　Mata　and　his　millions。　To　get　those　millions　I'd　have　to　break　my　Holy　Oath　and　that　I　will　not　do。
　〃What　calls　do　I　have；　Claudia？〃　he　asked；　a　sudden　ice　shaft　in　his　stomach。　Mata　and　Tightfist　had　been　his　ace；　the　only　one　left。
　She　hesitated；　glanced　at　the　list。　〃Hiro　Toda　called　from　Tokyo；　person　to　person。　Please　return　the　call　when　you've　a　moment。　Alastair　Struan　the　same　from　Edinburgh。　。。。　David　MacStruan　from　Toronto　。。。　your　father　from　Ayr　。。。　old　Sir　Ross　Struan　from　Nice　。。。〃
　〃Uncle　Trussler　from　London；〃　he　said；　interrupting　her；　〃Uncle　Kelly