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　〃Good。　As　soon　as　you've　seen　him；　find　me。〃
　〃Yes　sir。〃
　〃So　you　think　the　American　girl　stunning？〃
　〃Yes　sir。〃　Brian　sighed　inwardly。　He　had　forgotten　that　Crosse　could　lip…read　English；　French　and　some　Arabic　…　he　spoke　no　Chinese　dialects　…　and　that　his　eyesight　was　exceptional。
　〃Actually　she's　rather　obvious；〃　Crosse　said。
　〃Yes　sir。〃　He　saw　Crosse　concentrating　on　her　lips　and　knew　that　he　was　overhearing　her　conversation　from　across　the　room　and　he　was　furious　with　himself　that　he　had　not　developed　the　talent。
　〃She　seems　to　have　a　passion　for　puters。〃　Crosse　turned　his　eyes　back　on　them。　〃Curious；　what？〃
　〃Yes　sir。〃
　〃What　did　Wine　Waiter　Feng　say？〃
　Brian　told　him。
　〃Good。　I'll　see　Feng　gets　a　bonus。　I　didn't　expect　to　see　Langan　and　Rosemont　here。〃
　〃It　could　be　a　coincidence；　sir；〃　Brian　Kwok　volunteered。
　〃They're　both　keen　punters。　They've　both　been　to　the　tai…pan's　box。〃
　〃I　don't　trust　coincidences；〃　Crosse　said。　〃As　far　as　Langan's　concerned；　of　course　you　know　nothing；　either　of　you。〃
　〃Yes　sir。〃
　〃Good。　Perhaps　you'd　both　better　be　about　our　business。〃
　〃Yes　sir。〃　Thankfully　the　two　men　turned　to　leave　but　stopped　as　there　was　a　sudden　hush。　All　eyes　went　to　the　doorway。　Quillan　Gornt　stood　there；　black…browed；　black…bearded；　conscious　that　he　had　been　noticed。　The　other　guests　hastily　picked　up　their　conversations　and　kept　their　eyes　averted　but　their　ears　concentrated。
　Crosse　whistled　softly。　〃Now　why　is　he　here？〃
　〃Fifty　to　one　says　he's　up　to　no　good；〃　Brian　Kwok　said；　equally　astounded。
　They　watched　Gornt　e　into　the　ballroom　and　put　out　his　hand　to　Dunross　and　Penelope　beside　him。　Claudia　Chen　who　was　nearby　was　in　shock；　wondering　how　she　could　reorganize　Dunross's　table　at　such　short　notice　because　of　course　Gornt　would　have　to　be　seated　there。
　〃I　hope　you　don't　mind　my　changing　my　mind　at　the　last　moment；〃　Gornt　was　saying；　his　mouth　smiling。
　〃Not　at　all；〃　Dunross　replied；　his　mouth　smiling。
　〃Good　evening；　Penelope。　I　felt　I　had　to　give　you　my　congratulations　personally。〃
　〃Oh；　thank　you；〃　she　said。　Her　smile　was　intact　but　her　heart　was　beating　very　fast　now。　〃I；　I　was　sorry　to　hear　about　your　wife。〃
　〃Thank　you。〃　Emelda　Gornt　had　been　arthritic　and　confined　to　a　wheelchair　for　some　years。　Early　in　the　year　she　had　caught　pneumonia　and　had　died。　〃She　was　very　unlucky；〃　Gornt　said。　He　looked　at　Dunross。　〃Bad　joss　about　John　Chen　too。〃
　〃Very。〃
　〃I　suppose　you　read　the　afternoon　Gazette？〃
　Dunross　nodded　and　Penelope　said；　〃Enough　to　frighten　everyone　out　of　their　wits。〃　All　the　afternoon　papers　had　had　huge　headlines　and　dwelt　at　length　on　the　mutilated　ear　and　the　Werewolves。　There　was　a　slight　pause。　She　rushed　to　fill　it。　〃Your　children　are　well？〃
　〃Yes。　Annagrey's　going　to　the　University　of　California　in　September　…　Michael　is　here　on　his　summer　holiday。　They're　all　in　very　good　shape　I'm　glad　to　say。　And　yours？〃
　〃They're　fine。　I　do　wish　Adryon　would　go　to　university　though。　Dear　me；　children　are　very　difficult　these　days；　aren't　they？〃
　〃I　think　they　always　were。〃　Gornt　smiled　thinly。　〃My　father　was　always　pointing　out　how　difficult　I　was。〃　He　looked　at　Dunross　again。
　〃Yes。　How　is　your　father？〃
　〃Hale　and　hearty　I'm　glad　to　say。　The　English　climate　suits　him；　he　says。　He's　ing　out　for　Christmas。〃　Gornt　accepted　a　proffered　glass　of　champagne。　The　waiter　quailed　under　his　look；　and　fled。　He　raised　his　glass。　〃A　happy　life　and　many　congratulations。〃
　Dunross　toasted　him　in　return；　still　astonished　that　Gornt　had　arrived。　It　was　only　for　politeness　and　for　face　that　Gornt　and　other　enemies　had　been　sent　formal　invitations。　A　polite　refusal　was　all　that　was　expected　…　and　Gornt　had　already　refused。
　Why's　he　here？
　He's　e　to　gloat；　Dunross　thought。　Like　his　bloody　father。　That　must　be　the　reason。　But　why？　What　devilment　has　he　done　to　us？　Bartlett？　Is　it　through　Bartlett？
　〃This's　a　lovely　room；　beautiful　proportions；〃　Gornt　was　saying。　〃And　a　lovely　house。　I've　always　envied　you　this　house。〃
　Yes；　you　bastard；　I　know；　Dunross　thought　furiously；　remembering　the　last　time　any　of　the　Gornts　had　been　in　the　Great　House。　Ten　years　ago；　in　1953；　when　Ian's　father；　Colin　Dunross；　was　still　the　tai…pan。　It　was　during　Struan's　Christmas　party；　traditionally　the　biggest　of　the　season；　and　Quillan　Gornt　had　arrived　with　his　father；　William；　then　tai…pan　of　Rothwell…Gornt；　again　unexpectedly。　After　dinner　there　had　been　a　bitter；　public　clash　between　the　two　tai…pans　in　the　billiard　room　where　a　dozen　or　so　of　the　men　had　gathered　for　a　game。　That　was　when　Struan's　had　just　been　blocked　by　the　Gornts　and　their　Shanghainese　friends　in　their　attempt　to　take　over　South　Orient　Airways；　which；　because　of　the　munist　conquest　of　the　Mainland；　had　just　bee　available。　This　feeder　airline　monopolized　all　air　traffic　in　and　out　of　Shanghai　from　Hong　Kong；　Singapore；　Taipei；　Tokyo　and　Bangkok；　and　if　merged　with　Air　Struan；　their　fledgling　airline；　Struan's　would　have　virtual　feeder　monopoly　in　the　Far　East　based　out　of　Hong　Kong。　Both　men　had　accused　the　other　of　underhand　practices　…　both　accusations　were　true。
　Yes；　Ian　Dunross　told　himself；　both　men　went　to　the　brink　that　time。　William　Gornt　had　tried　every　way　to　bee　established　in　Hong　Kong　after　Rothwell…Gornt's　huge　losses　in　Shanghai。　And　when　Colin　Dunross　knew　Struan's　could　not　prevail；　he　had　snatched　South　Orient　out　of　William　Gornt's　grasp　by　throwing　his　weight　to　a　safe　Cantonese　group。
　〃And　so　you　did；　Colin　Dunross；　so　you　did。　You　fell　into　the　trap　and　you'll　never　stop　us　now；〃　William　Gornt　had　gloated。　〃We're　here　to　stay。　We'll　hound　you　out　of　Asia；　you　and　your　god…cursed　Noble　House。　South　Orient's　just　the　beginning。　We've　won！〃
　〃The　hell　you　have！　The　Yan…Wong…Sun　group's　associated　with　us。　We　have　a　contract。〃
　〃It's　hereby　canceled。〃　William　Gornt　had　motioned　to　Quillan；　his　eldest　son　and　heir　apparent；　who　took　out　the　copy　of　an　agreement。　〃This　contract's　between　the　Yan…Wong…Sun　group　who're　nominees　of　the　Tso…Wa…Feng　group；〃　he　said　happily；　〃who're　nominees　of　Ta…Weng…Sap　who　sells　control　of　South　Orient　to　Rothwell…Gornt　for　one　dollar　more　than　the　original　cost！〃　Quillan　Gornt　had　laid　it　on　the　billiard　table　with　a　flourish。　〃South　Orient's　ours！〃
　〃I　don't　believe　it！〃
　〃You　can。　Happy　Christmas！〃　William　Gornt　had　given　a　great；　scorn…filled　laugh；　and　walked　out。　Quillan　had　replaced　his　billiard　cue；　laughing　too。　Ian　Dunross　had　been　near　the　door。
　〃One　day　I'll　own　this　house；〃　Quillan　Gornt　had　hissed　at　him；　then　turned　and　called　out　to　the　others；　〃If　any　of　you　want　jobs；　e　to　us。　Soon　you'll　all　be　out　of　work。　Your　Noble　House　won't　be　noble　much　longer。〃　Andrew　Gavallan　had　been　there；　Jacques　deVille；　Alastair　Struan；　Lechie　and　David　MacStruan；　Phillip　Chen；　even　John　Chen。
　Dunross　remembered　how　his　father　had　raged　that　night；　and　blamed　treachery　and　nominees　and　bad　joss；　knowing　all　the　time　that　he　himself　had　warned　him；　many　times；　and　that　his　warnings　had　been　shoved　aside。　Christ；　how　we　lost　face！　All　Hong　Kong　laughed　at　us　that　time　…　the　Noble　House　peed　on　from　a　great　height　by　the　Gornts　and　their　Shanghainese　interlopers。
　Yes。　But　that　night　finalized　Colin　Dunross's　downfall。　That　was　the　night　I　decided　that　he　had　to　go　before　the　Noble　House　was　lost　forever。　I　used　Alastair　Struan。　I　helped　him　to　shove　my　father　aside。　Alastair　Struan　had　to　bee　tai…pan。　Until　I　was　wise　enough　and　strong　enough　to　shove　him　aside。
　Am　I　wise　enough　now？
　I　don't　know；　Dunross　thought；　concentrating　on　Quillan　Gornt　now；　listening　to　his　pleasantries；　hearing　himself　react　with　equal　charm；　while　his　mind　said；　I　haven't　forgotten　South　Orient；　or　that　we　had　to　merge　our　airline　with　yours　at　a　fire…sale　price　and　lose　control　of　the　new　line　renamed　All　Asia　Airways。　Nothing's　forgotten。　We　lost　that　time　but　this　time　we'll　win。　We'll　win　everything；　by　God。
　
　Casey　was　watching　both　men　with　fascination。　She　had　noticed　Quillan　Gornt　from　the　first　moment；　recognizing　him　from　the　photographs　of　the　dossier。　She　had　sensed　his　strength　and　masculinity　even　from　across　the　room　and　had　been　u