jamesclavell.noblehouse-第217节

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　〃Do　what？〃　Brian　Kwok　had　said　defiantly。　〃You　can't　cheat　me　…　or　trick　me；　Robert　。。。　It　can't　be　seven　days。　I'm　innocent。〃
　〃And　the　photos？〃
　〃Fake　。。。　they're　fake；　dreamed　up　by　Crosse。〃　Brian　Kwok　had　held　onto　his　arm；　a　desperate　light　behind　his　eyes；　and　whispered　hoarsely；　〃I　told　you　Crosse's　the　real　mole。　He's　the　mole；　Robert　。。。　he's　a　homo　…　he's　trying　to　frame　me　an…　〃
　On　cue；　the　brittle；　officious　SI　jailer　jerked　the　cell　door　open。　〃Sorry；　sir；　but　you've　got　to　leave。〃
　〃All　right；　but　first　give　him　some　water。〃
　〃No　water's　allowed！〃
　〃Goddamn　you；　get　him　some　water！〃
　Reluctantly　the　jailer　obeyed。　While　they　were　momentarily　alone；　Armstrong　had　slipped　the　cigarettes　under　the　mattress。　〃Brian；　I'll　do　what　I　can　。。。〃　Then　the　jailer　was　back　in　the　room　with　a　battered　cup。
　〃That's　all　you　can　have！〃　he　said　angrily。　〃I　want　the　cup　back！〃
　Thankfully　Brian　Kwok　had　gulped　it　and　with　it　the　drug。　Armstrong　left。　The　door　slammed　and　the　bolts　shoved　home。　Abruptly　the　lights　went　out；　leaving　Brian　Kwok　in　darkness。　Ten　minutes　later　Armstrong　had　gone　back　in　with　Dr。　Dorn。　And　Crosse。　Brian　Kwok　was　unconscious；　deeply　drugged　again　and　dreaming　fitfully。　〃Robert；　you　did　very　well；〃　Crosse　had　said　softly。　〃Did　you　see　the　client's　shock？〃
　〃Yes　sir。〃
　〃Good。　So　did　I。　No　mistake　about　that；　or　his　guilt。　Doctor；　step　up　the　sleep…wake…up　every　hour　on　the　hour　for　the　next　twenty…four　。。。〃
　〃Christ；〃　Armstrong　burst　out；　〃don't　you　th…　〃
　〃Every　hour　on　the　hour；　Doctor；　provided　he　checks　out　medically　…　I　don't　want　him　harmed；　just　pliable　…　for　the　next　twenty…four。　Robert；　then　you　interrogate　him　again。　If　that　doesn't　work；　we　put　him　into　the　Red　Room。〃
　Dr。　Dorn　had　flinched　and　Armstrong　recalled　how　his　heart　had　missed　a　beat。　〃No；〃　he　said。
　〃For　chrissake；　the　client's　guilty；　Robert；〃　Crosse　snarled；　no　longer　playacting。　〃Guilty！　The　client　shopped　Fong…fong　and　our　lads　and　has　done　us　God　knows　what　damage。　We're　under　the　gun。　The　orders　e　from　London！　Remember　Metkin；　our　great　missar　catch　from　the　Ivanov？　I've　just　heard　the　RAF　transport's　vanished。　It　refueled　in　Bombay　then　vanished　somewhere　over　the　Indian　Ocean。〃
　
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　6：58　P。M。：
　The　governor　was　in　an　Olympian　rage。　He　got　out　of　the　car　and　stomped　to　the　side　door　of　the　bank　where　Johnjohn　was　waiting　for　him。
　〃Have　you　read　this？〃　The　governor　waved　the　evening　edition　of　the　Guardian　in　the　night　air。　The　huge　headline　read：　MPs　ACCUSE　PRC。　〃Bloody　inpetent　fools；　what？〃
　〃Yes　sir。〃　Johnjohn　was　equally　choleric。　He　led　the　way　past　the　uniformed　doorman　into　a　large　anteroom。　〃Can't　you　hang　both　of　them？〃
　At　their　afternoon　press　conference；　Grey　and　Broadhurst　had　proclaimed　publicly　everything　that　he；　Johnjohn；　Dunross　and　the　other　tai…pans　had；　at　length；　patiently　condemned　as　totally　against　Britain's；　Hong　Kong's　and　China's　interest。　Grey　had　gone　on　at　length　discussing　his　private　and　personal　opinion　that　Red　China　was　bent　on　world　conquest　and　should　be　treated　as　the　great　enemy　of　world　peace。　〃I've　already　had　one　unofficial　official　scream。〃
　Johnjohn　winced。　〃Oh　God；　not　from　Tiptop？〃
　〃Of　course　from　Tiptop。　He　said；　in　that　calm　silky　voice　of　his；　'Your　Excellency；　when　our　peers　in　Peking　read　how　important　members　of　your　great　English　Parliament　view　the　Middle　Kingdom；　I　think　they　will　be　really　quite　angry。'　I'd　say　our　chances　of　getting　the　temporary　use　of　their　money　now　is　nil。〃
　Another　wave　of　anger　went　over　Johnjohn。
　〃That　damned　man　implied　his　views　were　the　mittee's　views；　which　is　totally　untrue！　Ridiculous　to　inflame　China　under　any　circumstances。　Without　China's　benevolence　our　position　here　is　totally　untenable。　Totally！　Bloody　fool！　And　we　all　went　out　of　our　way　to　explain！〃　The　governor　took　out　a　handkerchief　and　blew　his　nose。　〃Where　are　the　others？〃
　〃Superintendent　Crosse　and　Mr。　Sinders　are　using　my　office　for　a　moment。　Ian's　on　his　way。　What　about　Ian　and　Grey；　sir；　Grey　being　Ian's　brother…in…law？　Eh？〃
　〃Extraordinary。〃　Since　Grey　had　mentioned　it　in　response　to　a　question　this　afternoon　he　had　had　a　dozen　calls　about　it。　〃Astonishing　that　Ian　never　mentioned　it。〃
　〃Or　Penelope！　Very　odd。　Do　you　th…　〃　Johnjohn　glanced　up　and　stopped。　Dunross　was　walking　toward　them。
　〃Evening；　sir。〃
　〃Hello；　Ian。　I　put　the　time　back　to　7：00　p。m。　to　give　me　a　chance　to　see　Sinders　and　Stanley　Rosemont。〃　The　governor　held　up　the　paper。　〃You've　seen　this？〃
　〃Yes　sir。　The　Chinese　evening　papers　are　so　incensed；　I'm　surprised　every　edition's　not　on　fire　and　all　of　Central　with　them。〃
　〃I'd　try　them　for　treason；〃　Johnjohn　said；　his　face　sour。　〃What　the　devil　can　we　do；　Ian？〃
　〃Pray！　I've　already　spoken　to　Guthrie；　the　Liberal　MP；　and　some　of　the　Tories。　One　of　the　Guardian's　top　reporters　is　interviewing　them　right　now　and　their　opposite　opinions　will　be　the　morning　headlines　refuting　all　this　poppycock。〃　Dunross　wiped　his　hands。　He　could　feel　the　sweat　on　his　back　as　well。　The　bination　of　Grey；　Tiptop；　Jacques；　Phillip　Chen；　the　coin　and　the　AMG　files　was　unnerving　him。　Christ　Jesus；　he　thought；　what　next？　His　meeting　with　Murtagh　of　the　Royal　Belgium　had　been　what　Casey　had　forecast　…　a　long　shot　but　a　good　one。　ing　out　of　that　meeting　someone　had　given　him　the　afternoon　papers　and　the　bombshell　that　such　ill…advised　remarks　was　going　to　create　had　almost　knocked　him　over。　〃We'll　have　to　just　dismiss　the　whole　thing　publicly；　and　privately　work　like　hell　to　make　sure　Grey's　bill　to　bring　Hong　Kong　down　to　Britain's　level　never　gets　to　a　vote；　or　is　voted　down；　and　Labour　never　gets　elected。〃　He　felt　his　bile　rising。　〃Broadhurst　was　just　as　bad　if　not　worse。〃
　〃Ian；　have　you　talked　to　Tiptop？〃
　〃No；　Bruce。　His　line's　still　busy　though　I　did　send　a　message　around。〃　He　told　them　what　he　had　arranged　with　Phillip　Chen。　Then　the　governor　related　Tiptop's　plaint。　Dunross　was　aghast。　〃When　did　he　call；　sir？〃
　〃Just　before　six。〃
　〃He　would　have　had　our　message　by　then。〃　Dunross　felt　his　heart　thumping。　〃After　this　。。。　this　debacle；　I'd　lay　heavy　odds　there's　no　chance　for　Chinese　money。〃
　〃I　agree。〃
　Dunross　was　acutely　aware　they　had　not　mentioned　Grey's　relationship　to　him。　〃Robin　Grey's　worse　than　a　fool；〃　he　said；　thinking　he　might　just　as　well　bring　it　out　into　the　open。　〃My　god…cursed　brother…in…law　could　not　have　done　better　for　the　Soviets　if　he　was　a　member　of　the　Politburo。　Broadhurst　as　well。　Stupid！〃
　After　a　pause　the　governor　said；　〃As　the　Chinese　say；　'The　devil　gives　you　your　relations；　thank　all　gods　you　can　choose　your　friends。'　〃
　〃You're　so　right。　Fortunately；　the　mittee's　due　to　leave　Sunday。　With　the　races　tomorrow　and　all　the　。。。　all　the　other　problems；　perhaps　it'll　all　get　lost　in　the　shuffle。〃　Dunross　mopped　his　brow。　〃It's　close　in　here；　isn't　it？〃
　The　governor　nodded；　then　added　testily；　〃Is　everything　ready；　Johnjohn？〃
　〃Yes　sir。　The　va…　〃　In　the　hall　the　elevator　opened　and　Roger　Crosse　and　Edward　Sinders；　chief　of　MI…6；　came　out。
　〃Ah；　Sinders；〃　the　governor　said　as　they　both　came　into　the　anteroom；　〃I'd　like　you　to　meet　Mr。　Dunross。〃
　〃Pleased　to　meet　you；　sir。〃　Sinders　shook　hands　with　Dunross。　He　was　a　middle…aged；　middle　height；　nondescript　man　with　crumpled　clothes。　His　face　was　thin　and　colorless；　the　stubble　of　his　beard　gray。　〃Please　excuse　my　rumpledness；　sir；　but　I　haven't　been　to　the　hotel　yet。〃
　〃Sorry　about　that；〃　Dunross　replied。　〃This　could　certainly　have　waited　until　tomorrow。　Evening；　Roger。〃
　〃Evening；　sir。　Evening；　Ian；〃　Crosse　said　crisply。　〃As　we're　all　here；　perhaps　we　could　proceed？〃
　Obediently　Johnjohn　began　to　lead　the　way　but　Dunross　said；　〃Just　a　moment。　Sorry；　Bruce；　could　you　excuse　us　a　moment？〃
　〃Oh　certainly。〃　Johnjohn　covered　his　surprise；　wondering　what　this　was　all　about　and　who　Sinders　was；　but　much　too　wise　to　ask。　He　knew　they　would　tell　him　if　they　wanted　him　to　know。　The　door　closed　behind　him。
　Dunross　glanced　at　the　governor。　〃Do　you　attest；　sir；　formally；　this　is　Edward　Sinders；　head　of　MI…6？〃
　〃I　do。〃　The　governor　handed　him　an　envelope。　〃I　believe　you　wanted　it　in　writing。〃
　〃Thank　you；　sir。〃　To　Sinders；　Dunross　said；　〃Sorry；　but　you　understand　my　reluctance。〃
　〃Of　course。　Good；　then　that's　settled。　Shall　we　go；　Mr。　Dunross？〃
　〃Who's　Mary　McFee？〃
　Sinders　was　shocked。　Crosse　and　the　governor　stared　at　him；　perplexed；　then　at　Dunross。　〃You　have　friends　in　high　places；　Mr。　Dunross。　May　I　ask　who　told　you　that？〃
　〃Sorry。〃　Dunross　kept　his　gaze　on　him。　Alastair　Struan　had　got　the　information　from　some　VIP　in　the　Bank　of　England　who　had　approached　someone　high　up　in　the　government。　〃All　we　want　to　do　is　to　be　sure　Sinders　is　who　he　pretends　to　be。〃
　〃Mary　McFee's　a　friend；〃　Sinders　said　uneasily。
　〃Sorry；　that's　not　good　enough。〃
　〃A　girl　friend。〃
　〃Sorry；　neither's　that。　What's　her　real　name？〃
　Sinders　hesitated；　then；　his　face　chalky；　he　took　Dunross　by　the　arm　and　guided　him　to　the　far　end　of　the　room。　He　put　his　lips　very　close　to　Dunross's　ear。　〃Anastasia　Kekilova；　First　Secretary　of　the　Czechoslovak　Embassy　in　London；〃　he　whispered；　his　back　to　Crosse　and　the　governor。
　Dunross