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　〃Of　course。　'When　the　Dragons　belch　。。。'　You　were　punning　on　the　legendary　Five　Dragons？〃
　〃Yes。〃
　Now　Brian　Kwok's　handsome　face　settled　into　a　mold　…　cold　black　eyes　in　his　golden　skin；　his　square　chin　almost　beardless。　〃Tang…po's　one　of　them？〃
　〃I　don't　know；　not　for　certain。　I've　always　thought　he　was；　though　I've　nothing　to　go　on。　No；　I'm　not　certain；　Brian。　Is　he？〃
　〃I　don't　know。〃
　〃Well；　it　doesn't　matter　if　he　is　or　isn't。　The　word'll　get　to　one　of　them；　which　is　all　I'm　concerned　about。　Personally　I'm　pretty　certain　the　Five　Dragons　exist；　that　they're　five　Chinese　divisional　sergeants；　perhaps　even　station　sergeants；　who　run　all　the　illegal　street　gambling　of　Hong　Kong　…　and　probably；　possibly；　some　protection　rackets；　a　few　dance　halls　and　girls　…　five　out　of　eleven。　Five　senior　sergeants　out　of　eleven　possibilities。　Eh？〃
　〃I'd　say　the　Five　Dragons're　real；　Robert　…　perhaps　there　are　more；　perhaps　less；　but　all　street　gambling's　run　by　police。〃
　〃Probably　run　by　Chinese　members　of　our　Royal　Police　Force；　lad；〃　Armstrong　said；　correcting　him。　〃We've　still　no　proof；　none　…　and　we've　been　chasing　that　will　o'　the　wisp　for　years。　I　doubt　if　we'll　ever　be　able　to　prove　it。〃　He　grinned。　〃Maybe　you　will　when　you're　made　assistant　missioner。〃
　〃e　off　it；　for　God's　sake；　Robert。〃
　〃Christ；　you're　only　thirty…nine；　you've　done　the　special　bigwig　Staff　College　course　and　you're　a　super　already。　A　hundred　to　ten　says　you'll　end　up　with　that　rank。〃
　〃Done。〃
　〃I　should　have　made　it　a　hundred　thousand；〃　Armstrong　said；　pretending　sourness。　〃Then　you　wouldn't　have　taken　it。〃
　〃Try　me。〃
　〃I　won't。　I　can't　afford　to　lose　that　amount　of　tootie　…　you　might　get　killed　or　something；　this　year　or　next；　or　resign　…　but　if　you　don't　you're　in　for　the　big　slot　before　you　retire；　presuming　you　want　to　go　the　distance。〃
　〃Both　of　us。〃
　〃Not　me　…　I'm　too　mad　dog　English。〃　Armstrong　clapped　him　on　the　back　happily。　〃That'll　be　a　great　day。　But　you　won't　close　down　the　Dragons　either　…　even　if　you'll　be　able　to　prove　it；　which　I　doubt。〃
　〃No？〃
　〃No。　I　don't　care　about　the　gambling。　All　Chinese　want　to　gamble　and　if　some　Chinese　police　sergeants　run　illegal　street　gambling　it'll　be　mostly　clean　and　mostly　fair　though　bloody　illegal。　If　they　don't　run　it；　triads　will；　and　then　the　splinter　groups　of　rotten　little　bastards　we　so　carefully　keep　apart　will　join　together　again　into　one　big　tong　and　then　we'll　really　have　a　real　problem。　You　know　me；　lad；　I'm　not　one　to　rock　any　boats；　that's　why　I　won't　make　assistant　missioner。　I　like　the　status　quo。　The　Dragons　run　the　gambling　so　we　keep　the　triads　splintered　…　and　just　so　long　as　the　police　always　stick　together　and　are　absolutely　the　strongest　triad　in　Hong　Kong；　we'll　always　have　peace　in　the　streets；　a　well…ordered　population　and　almost　no　crime；　violent　crime。〃
　Brian　Kwok　studied　him。　〃You　really　believe　that；　don't　you？〃
　〃Yes。　In　a　funny　sort　of　a　way；　right　now　the　Dragons　are　one　of　our　strongest　supports。　Let's　face　it；　Brian；　only　Chinese　can　govern　Chinese。　The　status　quo's　good　for　them　too　…　violent　crime's　bad　for　them。　So　we　get　help　when　we　need　it　…　sometimes；　probably　…　help　that　we　foreign　devils　couldn't　get　any　other　way。　I'm　not　in　favor　of　their　corruption　or　of　breaking　the　law；　not　at　all　…　or　bribery　or　all　the　other　shitty　things　we　have　to　do；　or　informers；　but　what　police　force　in　the　world　could　operate　without　dirty　hands　sometimes　and　snotty　little　bastard　informers？　So　the　evil　the　Dragons　represent　fills　a　need　here；　I　think。　Hong　Kong's　China　and　China's　a　special　case。　Just　so　long　as　it's　just　illegal　gambling　I　don't　care　never　mind。　Me；　if　it　was　left　up　to　me　I'd　make　gambling　legal　tonight　but　I'd　break　anyone　for　any　protection　racket；　any　dance　hall　protection　or　girls　or　whatever。　I　can't　stand　pimps　as　you　know。　Gambling's　different。　How　can　you　stop　a　Chinese　gambling？　You　can't。　So　make　it　legal　and　everyone's　happy。　How　many　years　have　the　Hong　Kong　police　been　advising　that　and　every　year　we're　turned　down。　Twenty　that　I　know　of。　But　oh　no　and　why？　Macao！　Simple　as　that。　Dear　old　Portuguese　Macao　feeds　off　illegal　gambling　and　gold　smuggling　and　that's　what　keeps　them　alive　and　we　can't　afford；　we；　the　UK；　we　can't　afford　to　have　our　old　ally　go　down　the　spout。〃
　〃Robert　Armstrong　for　prime　minister！〃
　〃Up　yours！　But　it's　true。　The　take　on　illegal　gambling's　our　only　slush　fund　…　a　lot　of　it　goes　to　pay　our　ring　of　informers。　Where　else　can　we　get　quick　money？　From　our　grateful　government？　Don't　make　me　laugh！　From　a　few　extra　tax　dollars　from　the　grateful　population　we　protect？　Ha！〃
　〃Perhaps。　Perhaps　not；　Robert。　But　it's　certainly　going　to　backfire　one　day。　The　payoffs　…　the　loose　and　uncounted　money　that　'happens'　to　be　in　a　station　drawer？　Isn't　it？〃
　〃Yes；　but　not　on　me　'cause　I'm　not　in　on　it；　or　a　taker；　and　the　vast　majority　aren't　either。　British　or　Chinese。　Meanwhile　how　do　we　three　hundred　and　twenty…seven　poor　foreign　devil　police　officers　control　eight　odd　thousand　civilized　junior　officers　and　coppers；　and　another　three　and　a　half　million　civilized　little　bastards　who　hate　our　guts　never　mind。〃
　Brian　Kwok　laughed。　It　was　an　infectious　laugh　and　Armstrong　laughed　with　him　and　added；　〃Up　yours　again　for　getting　me　going。〃
　〃Likewise。　Meanwhile　are　you　going　to　read　that　first　or　am　I？〃
　Armstrong　looked　down　at　the　file　he　held　in　his　hand。　It　was　thin　and　contained　twelve　closely　typewritten　pages　and　seemed　to　be　more　of　a　newsletter　with　topics　under　different　headings。　The　contents　page　read：　Part　One：　The　Political　and　Business　Forecast　of　the　United　Kingdom。　Part　Two：　The　KGB　in　Asia。　Part　Three：　Gold。　Part　Four：　Recent　CIA　Developments。
　Wearily　Armstrong　put　his　feet　on　the　desk　and　eased　himself　more　fortably　in　his　chair。　Then　he　changed　his　mind　and　passed　the　file　over。　〃Here；　you　can　read　it。　You　read　faster　than　I　do　anyway。　I'm　tired　of　reading　about　disaster。〃
　Brian　Kwok　took　it；　his　impatience　barely　contained；　his　heart　thumping　heavily。　He　opened　it　and　began　to　read。
　Armstrong　watched　him。　He　saw　his　friend's　face　change　immediately　and　lose　color。　That　troubled　him　greatly。　Brian　Kwok　was　not　easily　shocked。　He　saw　him　read　through　to　the　end　without　ment；　then　flick　back　to　check　a　paragraph　here　and　there。　He　closed　the　file　slowly。
　〃It's　that　bad；〃　Armstrong　said。
　〃It's　worse。　Some　of　it　…　well；　if　it　wasn't　signed　by　A。　Medford　Grant；　I'd　say　he　was　off　his　rocker。　He　claims　the　CIA　have　a　serious　connection　with　the　Mafia；　that　they're　plotting　and　have　plotted　to　knock　off　Castro；　they're　into　Vietnam　in　strength；　into　drugs　and　Christ　knows　what　else　…　here　…　read　it　for　yourself。〃
　〃What　about　the　mole？〃
　〃We've　a　mole　all　right。〃　Brian　reopened　the　file　and　found　the　paragraph。　〃Listen：　'There's　no　doubt　that　presently　there　is　a　high…level　munist　agent　in　the　Hong　Kong　police。　Top…secret　documents　brought　to　our　side　by　General　Hans　Richter　…　second…in…mand　of　the　East　German　Department　of　Internal　Security　…　when　he　defected　to　us　in　March　of　this　year　clearly　state　the　agent's　code　name　is　〃Our　Friend；〃　that　he　has　been　in　situ　for　at　least　ten；　probably　fifteen　years。　His　contact　is　probably　a　KGB　officer　in　Hong　Kong　posing　as　a　visiting　friendly　businessman　from　the　Iron　Curtain　countries；　possibly　as　a　banker　or　journalist；　or　posing　as　a　seaman　off　one　of　the　Soviet　freighters　visiting　or　being　repaired　in　Hong　Kong。　Among　other　documented　information　we　now　know　〃Our　Friend〃　has　provided　the　enemy　with　are：　All　restricted　radio　channels；　all　restricted　private　phone　numbers　of　the　governor；　chief　of　police　and　top　echelon　of　the　Hong　Kong　Government；　along　with　very　private　dossiers　on　most　of　them　。。。'　〃
　〃Dossiers？〃　Armstrong　interrupted。　〃Are　they　included？〃
　〃No。〃
　〃Shit！　Go　on；　Brian。〃
　〃　'。。。　most　of　them；　the　classified　police　battle　plans　against　a　munist…provoked　insurrection；　or　a　recurrence　of　the　Kowloon　riots；　copies　of　all　private　dossiers　of　all　police　officers　above　the　rank　of　inspector；　the　names　of　the　chief　six　Nationalist　undercover　agents　of　the　Kuomintang　operating　in　Hong　Kong　under　the　present　authori