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you say in gold, angel?’ Hagen asked.

      She nodded. ‘Gold bars. That’s what caused the delay. They melted down some statues. It was the only safe way of transporting the stuff.’

      ‘What happened?’ Hagen demanded. ‘What did your father do with it?’

      She fiddled with her glass for a little while. ‘Oh, he had it loaded into the cabin in boxes and we set off. There were just three of us. The deck-hand was our Malayan house-boy, Tewak. We reached the coast and ran into a gunboat. There was a fight. I remember my father ramming the other boat and throwing a hand grenade. I don’t know, really. It’s difficult to recall these things clearly. It was confused—and besides, he was badly hit.’ She brooded for a moment and then looked up suddenly. ‘Do you know the Kwai Marshes, just over the border from Viet Minh into China?’

      Hagen nodded. ‘I know it. It’s a pest hole. Hundreds of miles of channels and reeds, lagoons and swamp. Rotten with disease.’

      She nodded. ‘That’s the place. That’s where Dad took the boat. She was leaking badly. He ran her into the Kwai Marshes. She sank in a little lagoon surrounded by reeds.’ Hagen waited for the end. She sat back suddenly and said briskly: ‘After that it was simple. My father died the next day. It took Tewak and me three days to get out of the marshes. We went down the coast to Haiphong and from there to Saigon. Luckily I had a little money in a bank there.’

      ‘What about the gold?’ Hagen said. ‘You told the French authorities, I suppose?’

      ‘Oh, yes,’ she said. ‘I told the French. They weren’t interested in sending an expedition into Communist China to retrieve a mere quarter of a million dollars. It wouldn’t keep the war going for ten minutes.’

      ‘I see,’ Hagen said carefully. ‘So the gold is still there?’

      She nodded. ‘Still there. I’ve tried to get a boat to take me back to the marshes. At first people were too scared to take the risk. Now, I’ve not got enough money to pay. That’s why we came to Macao.’

      ‘We?’ Hagen said.

      She explained. ‘Tewak. He’s stayed with me the whole time. He has friends in Macao. We came here because it was our last hope. He’s been trying to borrow a boat for the past three weeks.’

      Light suddenly dawned on Hagen. ‘It was Tewak who rang you last night?’

      She nodded. ‘That’s right. He asked me to get a taxi at once and meet him where you found me. When I got there he wasn’t to be seen. After the taxi had left those two men appeared.’

      Hagen said, ‘It looks as though the Reds don’t intend to let that gold slip through their fingers.’

      ‘Not if I can help it,’ she said, and for a moment her face was cold and hard.

      ‘You know the position where the boat sank?’ Hagen asked, casually.

      ‘Oh, yes,’ she told him. ‘I memorized it. One could search for ever in those marshes without it.’

      Hagen stood up and leaned on the parapet, and stared out over the water into the far distance. His eyes didn’t see the ships in the bay or the ferry from Kowloon as it ploughed its way towards Macao. They saw a quiet lagoon surrounded by giant marsh reeds and a thirty-foot launch lying in clear water, and the boxes in the cabin that contained the discoloured gold bars. A quarter of a million dollars. His palms were sweating slightly and his mouth had gone dry. It could be the one stroke a man dreamed of. The big deal. No more waterfront hotels in stinking, godforsaken ports. No more smuggling and gun-running, being betrayed and twisted and double-crossed at every turn. If he could lay hands on that gold he could be set for life. He turned back to the table and she looked at him sadly. ‘Cheer up, angel,’ he said. ‘Things have been pretty rough but they’ll get better. Just wait until you’ve got your hands on all that loot. You’ll be able to live like a princess.’

      She looked puzzled for a moment and then understanding came and she hastened to correct him. ‘The money for the sale of the gold is not for me.’ Hagen sat bolt upright in his chair. ‘I’ll only get a little for expenses. The rest goes to the relief organization in Saigon just as the monks and my father wanted.’

      She was absolutely sincere in what she had just said. She really meant to give all that money to some crackpot relief organization. For a moment Hagen was tempted to tell her the facts of life, but that could wait until later. ‘How deep was that lagoon, angel?’ he said.

      She looked surprised. ‘I couldn’t be sure but not very deep. Perhaps twenty or twenty-five feet. Why do you ask?’

      He shrugged and lit a cigarette carefully. ‘I have a boat. I’ve done some pearling. I’ve also been to the Kwai Marshes.’

      She gazed at him searchingly for a moment. ‘You mean you would be willing to take me to the Kwai?’ She frowned. ‘But why?’ He gazed at her steadily, hating himself, and suddenly she gave a little, breathless laugh. ‘I see, I…’ She was lost in her confusion and colour flooded her face.

      Hagen squeezed her hand and firmly pushed every other consideration from his mind. He must think only of the gold. After all, it wouldn’t be too hard to pretend that he loved her. ‘I’d better be honest with you from the beginning,’ he said. ‘And then there won’t be misunderstandings or hurt. I’m known pretty well round these parts and not for the best of reasons. I’m a smuggler, gunrunner, illegal pearler. In fact, anything that pays.’ She nodded slowly and he went on: ‘At the moment my boat is in the hands of the Portuguese Customs. The funny thing is that for once I was genuinely innocent.’ For a moment he thought about ‘Inter-Island Trading Incorporated’ and his sleeping partner, Mr Papoudopulous. Beware of Greeks bearing gifts. Still, it was all in the game. He smiled sardonically at the girl and went on: ‘They found gold under the cabin floor. I was fined rather heavily. In fact, I didn’t have the money, so—they impounded the boat.’

      ‘Can you get the money?’ she said.

      He nodded. ‘Yes, I can borrow it from a friend, but you’ll have to agree to the payment of my expenses and the loan from the proceeds of the sale of the gold.’

      She nodded eagerly. ‘Oh, yes. That will be fine. It will be well worth it.’ A puzzled frown creased her brow and she leaned across the table. ‘Mark, all those things you did. Why? I don’t understand. You don’t seem to be that kind of a man.’

      He realized dispassionately that she had used his Christian name and that it had never sounded quite so well before. He grinned. ‘It’s a long and sordid story, angel. One of these days I might tell it to you, but for the moment there are more important things to consider. Tewak, for instance. I’d like to know what happened to him last night. Are you sure it was his voice on the telephone?’

      She nodded emphatically. ‘He had a lisp. No one could have simulated it in quite the same way.’

      Hagen decided that it didn’t look so good for Tewak. The story was beginning to take shape. The Commies had traced the girl all the way from the Kwai to Macao. They had agents in every Eastern city and it must have been pretty simple. It was natural they should go to so much trouble. After all, the gold was actually in their own territory. He decided that either Tewak had been forced to make that telephone call or, alternatively, had been known to make it and had been dealt with afterwards.

      ‘What’s the next move?’ Rose said.

      Hagen snapped a finger at the waiter and put most of his remaining money on the table. ‘The next move, angel, will be a quick call at my hotel. From now on I don’t intend to take a step without that Colt automatic’

      They left the hotel and took a taxi down to the waterfront. Hagen left Rose in the cab and ran up to his room for the automatic. As they completed the journey to the address she had given the driver Hagen checked the automatic and reloaded the clip. Rose shuddered. ‘I hate guns,’ she said. ‘I hate them.’

      He patted her hand. ‘Next to the dog they’re

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