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；　not　ashore。　Why？〃
　〃Nothing。　Go　on。〃
　〃Perhaps　the　Hong　Kong　debacle'll　placate　my　superiors。〃　Now　that　Suslev　had　made　the　decision　he　felt　a　little　better。　〃Send　an　urgent　report　to　Center　through　the　usual　channels　to　Berlin。　Get　Arthur　to　do　the　same　by　radio　tonight。　Make　the　report　very　pro…me；　eh？　Blame　the　Metkin　affair　on　the　CIA　here；　the　carrier　leak；　Voranski。　Eh？　Blame　the　CIA　and　the　Kuomintang。〃
　〃Certainly。　For　a　double　fee。　By　the　way；　Gregor；　if　I　were　you　I'd　clean　my　prints　off　that　bottle。〃
　〃Eh？〃
　Sardonically　Crosse　told　him　about　Rosemont　filching　the　glass　in　the　raid　and　how；　months　ago；　to　protect　Suslev　he　had　extracted　his　prints　from　his　dossier。
　The　Russian　was　white。　〃The　CIA　have　my　prints　on　file？〃
　〃Only　if　they've　a　better　dossier　than　ours。　I　doubt　that。〃
　〃Roger；　I　expect　you　to　cover　my　back。〃
　〃Don't　worry；　I'll　make　the　report　so　lily…white　they'll　promote　you。　In　return　you　remend　my　bonus's　100；000　dol…　〃
　〃That's　too　much！〃
　〃That's　the　fee！　I'm　getting　you　out　of　one　helluva　mess。〃　The　mouth　smiled；　the　eyes　did　not。　〃It's　fortunate　we're　professionals。　Isn't　it？〃
　〃I'll　…　I'll　try。〃
　〃Good。　Wait　here。　Clinker's　phone's　bugged。　I'll　phone　from　Jason's　flat　the　moment　I　know　about　Dunross。〃　Crosse　put　out　his　hand。　〃Good　luck；　I'll　do　what　I　can　with　Sinders。〃
　〃Thanks。〃　Suslev　gave　him　a　bear　hug。　〃Good　luck　to　you　too；　Roger。　Don't　fail　me　on　Dunross。〃
　〃We　won't　fail。〃
　〃And　keep　up　the　good　work；　eh？〃
　〃Tell　your　friends　to　keep　up　the　money。　Eh？〃
　〃Yes。〃　Suslev　closed　the　door　behind　Crosse；　then　wiped　the　palms　of　his　hands　on　his　trousers　and　took　out　the　roll　of　film。　Quietly　he　cursed　it　and　Dunross　and　Hong　Kong　and　Sinders；　the　specter　of　the　KGB　questioning　him　about　Metkin　swamping　him。　Somehow　I've　got　to　avoid　that；　he　told　himself；　the　cold　sweat　running　down　his　back。　Perhaps　I　should　shop　Arthur　after　all。　How　to　do　it；　and　keep　Roger　in　the　clear？　There　must　be　a　way。
　
　Outside　on　the　landing；　Roger　Crosse　got　into　the　elevator　and　pressed　the　ground…floor　button。　Alone　now　he　leaned　exhaustedly　against　the　rickety　walls　and　shook　his　head　to　try　to　get　the　fear　out。　〃Stop　it！〃　he　muttered。　With　an　effort　he　dominated　himself　and　lit　a　cigarette；　noticing　his　fingers　were　trembling。　If　that　bugger　chemical　debriefs　Dunross；　he　told　himself；　I'm　up　the　creek。　And　I'll　bet　fifty　dollars　to　a　pile　of　dung　Suslev　still　hasn't　ruled　out　the　possibility　of　shopping　Plumm。　And　if　he　does　that；　Christ　my　whole　pack　of　cards　can　e　tumbling　down　about　my　ears。　One　mistake；　one　tiny　slip　and　I'm　finished。
　The　elevator　stopped。　Some　Chinese　got　in　noisily　but　he　did　not　notice　them。
　On　the　ground　floor；　Rosemont　was　waiting。
　〃And？〃
　〃Nothing；　Stanley。〃
　〃You　and　your　hunches；　Rog。〃
　〃You　never　know；　Stanley；　there　might　have　been　something；〃　Crosse　said；　trying　to　get　his　mind　working。　He　had　invented　the　hunch　and　invited　Rosemont　along　…　to　wait　below　…　the　ruse　just　to　throw　off　Rosemont's　CIA　men　he　knew　were　still　watching　the　foyer。
　〃You　all　right；　Rog？〃
　〃Oh　yes。　Yes；　thanks。　Why？〃
　Rosemont　shrugged。　〃You　want　a　coffee　or　a　beer？〃　They　walked　out　into　the　night。　Rosemont's　car　was　waiting　outside。
　〃No　thanks。　I'm　going　there。〃　Crosse　pointed　to　Rose　Court；　the　highrise　that　loomed　over　them　on　the　road　above。　〃It's　a　cocktail　party　obligation。〃　He　felt　his　fear　welling　again。　What　the　hell　do　I　do　now？
　〃What's　up；　Rog？〃
　〃Nothing。〃
　〃Rose　Court；　huh？　Maybe　I　should　get　me　an　apartment　there。　Rosemont　of　Rose　Court。〃
　〃Yes。〃　Crosse　mustered　his　strength。　〃Do　you　want　to　e　down　to　the　dock　to　see　the　Ivanov　off？〃
　〃Sure；　why　not？　I'm　glad　you　sent　that　mother　packing。〃　Rosemont　stifled　a　yawn。　〃We　broke　that　puter　bastard　tonight。　Seems　he　had　all　sorts　of　secrets　stacked　away。〃
　〃What？〃
　〃Bits　and　pieces　about　the　Corregidor；　her　top　speed；　where　her　nukes　e　from；　their　arming　codes；　things　like　that。　I'll　give　you　a　rundown　tonight。　You　pick　me　up　at　midnight；　okay？〃
　〃Yes；　yes　all　right。〃　Crosse　turned　and　hurried　off。　Rosemont　frowned　after　him；　then　looked　up　at　Rose　Court。　Lights　blazed　from　all　of　the　twelve　floors。　Again　the　American　put　his　eyes　back　on　Crosse；　a　small　figure　now　in　the　dark　as　he　turned　the　corner；　climbing　the　steep　curling　roadway。
　What's　with　Rog？　he　asked　himself　thoughtfully。　Something's　wrong。
　
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　8：10　P。M。：
　Roger　Crosse　got　out　of　the　elevator　on　the　fifth　floor；　his　face　taut；　and　went　through　the　open　door　into　the　Asian　Properties　apartment。　The　large　room　was　crowded　and　noisy。　He　stood　at　the　doorway；　his　eyes　ranging　the　guests；　seeking　Plumm　or　Dunross。　At　once　he　noticed　that　there　was　little　happiness　here；　an　air　of　gloom　over　most　of　the　guests；　and　this　added　to　his　disquiet。　Few　wives　were　present　…　the　few　that　were　stood　uneasily　grouped　together　at　the　far　end。　Everywhere　conversation　was　heated　about　the　ing　debacle　of　the　stock　market　crash　and　bank　runs。
　〃Oh　e　on　for　chrissake；　it's　all　very　well　for　the　Victoria　to　announce　a　multimillion　takeover　of　the　Ho…Pak　but　where's　the　cash　to　keep　us　all　afloat？〃
　〃It　was　a　merger；　not　a　takeover；　Dunstan；〃　Richard　Kwang　began；　〃the　Ho…Pak's　n…　〃
　Barre's　face　was　suddenly　choleric。　〃For　chrissake；　Richard；　we're　all　friends　here　and　we　all　know　there's　more　in　it　than　a　bail…out；　for　God's　sake。　Are　we　children？　My　point；〃　Barre　said；　raising　his　voice　louder　to　drown　Richard　Kwang　and　Johnjohn　out；　〃my　point；　old　boy；　is　that　merger　or　not；　we　the　businessmen　of　Hong　Kong；　can't　stay　afloat　if　all　you　bloody　banks　have　stupidly　run　out　of　cash。　Eh？〃
　〃It's　not　our　fault；　for　God's　sake；〃　Johnjohn　rapped。　〃It's　just　a　temporary　loss　of　confidence。〃
　〃Bloody　mismanagement　if　you　ask　me；〃　Barre　replied　sourly　to　general　agreement；　then　noticed　Crosse　trying　to　pass。　〃Oh；　oh　hello；　Roger！〃　he　said　with　a　pasty　smile。
　Roger　Crosse　saw　the　immediate　caution　that　was　normal　whenever　he　caught　anyone　unawares。　〃Is　Ian　here？〃
　〃No。　No；　not　yet；〃　Johnjohn　said　and　Crosse　exhaled；　wet　with　relief。　〃You're　sure？〃
　〃Oh　yes。　Soon　as　he　arrives　I'm　leaving；〃　Dunstan　said　sourly。　〃Bloody　banks！　If　it　wasn't　…　〃
　Johnjohn　interrupted；　〃What　about　those　bloody　Werewolves；　Roger？〃　The　discovery　of　the　two　bodies　had　been　the　lead　item　of　Radio　Hong　Kong　and　all　Chinese　newspapers　…　there　being　no　afternoon　English　Sunday　papers。
　〃I　know　nothing　more　than　you　do；〃　Crosse　told　them。　〃We're　still　trying　to　identify　the　victims。〃　His　eyes　zeroed　in　on　Richard　Kwang；　who　quailed。　〃You　don't　know　of　any　sons　or　nephews；　missing　or　kidnapped；　do　you；　Richard？〃
　〃No；　no　sorry；　Roger；　no。〃
　〃If　you'll　excuse　me；　I'd　better　see　our　host。〃　Crosse　pushed　his　way　through　the　crush。　〃Hello；　Christian；〃　he　said；　easing　past　the　tall；　thin　editor　of　the　Guardian。　He　saw　the　desolation　the　man　desperately　tried　to　hide。　〃Sorry　about　your　wife。〃
　〃Joss；〃　Christian　Toxe　said；　attempting　to　sound　calm；　and　stood　in　his　way。　〃Joss；　Roger。　She；　well；　she'd　。。。　life　has　to　go　on；　doesn't　it？〃　His　forced　smile　was　almost　grotesque。　〃The　Guardian　has　to　do　its　work；　eh？〃
　〃Yes。〃
　〃Can　I　have　a　word　later？〃
　〃Certainly　…　off　the　record；　as　always？〃
　〃Of　course。〃
　He　went　on；　passing　Pugmire　and　Sir　Luis　deep　in　conversation　about　the　General　Stores…Struan　takeover　and　noticed　Casey　in　the　center　of　a　group　on　the　wide　balcony　overlooking　the　harbor；　deVille　among　them；　Gornt　also　part　of　the　group；　looking　benign；　which　Crosse　found　strange。　〃Hello；　Jason；〃　he　said　ing　up　behind　Plumm　who　was　talking　with　Joseph　Stern　and　Phillip　Chen。　〃Thanks　for　inviting　me。〃
　〃Oh。　Oh　hello；　Roger。　Glad　you　could　e。〃
　〃Evening；〃　he　said　to　the　others。　〃Jason；　where's　your　guest　of　honor？〃
　〃Ian　phoned　to　say　he'd　been　delayed　but　was　on　his　way。　He'll　be　here　any　moment。〃　Plumm's　tension　was　evident。　〃The；　er；　the　champagne's　ready；　and　my　little　speech。　Everything's　ready；〃　he　said；　watching　him。　〃e　along；　Roger；　let　me　get　you　a　drink。　It's　Perrier；　isn't　it？　I've　got　some　on　ice。〃
　Crosse　followed　him；　equally　glad　for　the　opportunity　to　talk　privately　but　just　as　they　reached　the　kitchen