chapter three.

I.

On the way up the Boulevard Tran Hung, Jaffe was boxed in on either side by motor cycles, pousse-pousse, enormous American cars driven recklessly by rich Vietnamese and small taxis driven with equal recklessness by amateur taxi drivers who had no idea where they were going, but were quite happy so long as they kept their cars in motion.

For the unwary, the boulevard was full of menace. The multicoloured Chinese signs were dazzling. The older generation of the Vietnamese residents, dressed entirely in black, refused to walk on the sidewalks and marched steadily in the road. It was only when your headlights picked them out, a few yards ahead of you, you realized you were on the point of running them down. Quick braking meant the chance of another car slamming into your rear.

As you approached Cholon, the Chinese district, the street narrowed. The vast, loitering population spilled off the pavements and into the street, offering suicidal hostages to fortune.

Jaffe had been driving in this district for months and he had no difficulty in weaving his car through the congested traffic and avoiding the wandering pedestrians. The distraction of driving took his mind off his immediate problems.

Finally, and not without some difficulty, he managed to park his car within a hundred yards of the Paradise Club. He waved aside three ragged Chinese children who had rushed up to open his car door and help him wind up the windows in the hope of earning a piastre or two, then he walked down the narrow, stifling street, brilliantly lit by Chinese neon signs to the entrance to the Paradise Club.

As he climbed the stairs that led to the club, he heard the Philippine dance band blasting and a girl screeching: the music and her voice trebly magnified by microphones to a nerve shattering volume that delights the Chinese who believe the louder the sound the better the music. Jaffe lifted aside the curtain that screened the entrance to the dance hall. Immediately a tall Chinese girl her face whitened by powder, her figure under a white Cheongsam provocative, came tip to him. She was Blackie Leeas wife, Yu-lan, and as soon as she recognized Jaffe she smiled at him.

aKhan hasnat come yet,a she said, caressing his arm with her slim fingers. aShe will be here very soon.a Her welcome relaxed Jaffe. He went with her into the dance hall. The place was crowded, but the lighting was so dim it was impossible to see more than a crowd of silhouetted heads outlined against the light from the bandas dais.

She led him to a table, away from the band, and in a corner. She pulled out a chair for him.

aTu va bien?a she asked, smiling at him. She always tu-toied him.

aCa va,a he said and sat down. aBlackie around? Iall have a Scotch on the rocks.a aToute de suite,a she said, and he was aware she looked quickly at him and he realized he had spoken more sharply than he had intended.

She went away and he sat there, his mind dulled by the violent sound of the dance music and the impact of the woman singing into the microphone. The power of her lungs was shattering to Western nerves.

With scarcely any delay, Blackie Lee appeared out of the shadows and eased his fat body gently on to the chair next to Jaffeas.

Blackie Lee was a squat shaped man of thirty-six with broad shoulders, black oiled hair, parted in the middle and a broad yellow face that at any crisis remained expressionless.

One shrewd glance at Jaffe told Blackie that something was wrong. His alert mind quickened to attention. He liked Jaffe. He was a free spender, a non-trouble maker, and it was good for Blackieas business to have non-trouble making Americans for clients.

aWhat contacts have you in Hong Kong?a Jaffe asked abruptly.

Blackieas face remained expressionless and sleepy-looking.

aHong Kong? I have many friends in Hong Kong,a he said. aWhat kind of contacts do you mean?a Jaffe felt like a man standing on the edge of a swimming pool, preparing to dive in. Could he trust this fat Chinese? he asked himself and hesitated.

Seeing him hesitate, Blackie said encouragingly, aBesides my many friends, my brother also lives in Hong Kong.a There was another long pause while Blackie probed his teeth with a gold toothpick and ,Jaffe stared out across the crowded dance floor while he tried to make up his mind whether to trust Blackie or not.

Finally, he said, aA situation has arisen: itas tricky and strictly confidential. A friend of mine may need a false pa.s.sport.a Blackie gave an imperceptible start but enough to puncture his gum with the sharp point of the toothpick.

aA pa.s.sport?a he repeated as if he had never heard of the word.

aI guess it would be easier to get a pa.s.sport in Hong Kong than here,a Jaffe said, trying to speak casually. aI was wondering if you knew someone who could get it.a aAn American pa.s.sport?a aA British pa.s.sport would be better.a aIt is an illegal and dangerous business meddling with pa.s.sports,a Blackie said softly. He was frankly worried. He didnat believe Jaffeas friend existed. This big man wanted a British pa.s.sport for himself. Why? Obviously he planned to leave Vietnam, but why a false pa.s.sport?

aI know all that,a Jaffe said impatiently. aHave you any contacts who could get me a British pa.s.sport?a aFor your friend?a Blackie asked.

aThatas what I said. Heall be willing to pay for it.a aIf it could be arranged it would be expensive,a Blackie said.

aBut can it be arranged?a Blackie put his toothpick into his shirt pocket.

aIt is possible. I would have to make inquiries. It would cost a lot of money.a aItas urgent,a Jaffe said. aHow soon could you know?a aI would have to write to my brother. As you know letters are often censored here. I would have to find someone I could trust to take the letter personally to my brother. He would have to find someone to bring his reply personally to me. This would take time.a Jaffe suddenly realized how difficult it was all going to be. His estimate of ten days before he could get away suddenly seemed ridiculously optimistic. He might have to remain in hiding for a month; even longer.

Blackie went on, aYour friend is in trouble I suppose?a aNever mind the details,a Jaffe said curtly. aThe less you know about it, the safer for you.a aThat isnat entirely correct. If it is very serious trouble and it is discovered I had something to do with it, I could also get into trouble,a Blackie said quietly. aIt is unwise to walk into something you donat know about. Besides, if the trouble was very bad, it would effect the cost of the pa.s.sport. Naturally, your friend would have to pay more.a Out of sight, under the table, Jaffeas big hands turned into fists. G.o.ddam it! he thought, this is going to be a h.e.l.l of a complicated thing! As soon as he reads the paper tomorrow, heall know Iam up against a murder rap. Heall either be too scared to help or heall jack up the price to some hopeless figure. Then he remembered he had the diamonds. He could pay for the pa.s.sport with a diamond or two, but if he did that, he would be tipping Blackie off he had the stones. That could be dangerous. If Blackie once discovered he had General Nguyen Van Thoas diamonds, he might be tempted to steal them. He would have to be very careful. He was rushing into this without thinking the thing out.

aIall have to talk to my friend again,a he said, not looking at Blackie. aI would have to get his permission before I could tell you more about this business.a aThat I understand,a Blackie said. aA good friend doesnat betray confidences recklessly.a Jaffe looked sharply at him, but the fat yellow face told him nothing. Jaffe thought: heas no fool. He guesses the pa.s.sport is for me. Should I admit it? Heall certainly know when he reads the papers tomorrow. Better not. Iave still got a little free time. I better talk to Nhan first.

aI suppose your friend wants to leave the country?a Blackie said mildly. aHe must know it is a very complicated business. The pa.s.sport to be of any use would first have to have an entrance visa stamp and then an exit visa stamp would have to be obtained. There would have to be photographs of your friend for the Immigration authorities. It would be necessary to bribe a number of people. This can, of course, be arranged, but not if the trouble is serious. For instance if your friend is in trouble with the police for issuing bad cheques or for molesting some girl or for taking something that doesnat belong to him or for running someone over, then it could be arranged, but if it is a political or a capital crime your friend has committed, then it could not be arranged.a Well, thatas that! Jaffe thought and he felt a restriction around his throat.

aIall talk to him,a he said and Blackie recognizing the finality in his voice, got to his feet.

aYou can, of course, rely on me to help where I can,a he said, abut naturally I must avoid any trouble.a aThatas okay,a Jaffe said. aI understand.a When Blackie had gone away, Jaffe looked at his watch. The time was half past nine. It was unlikely Nhan would arrive before ten-thirty. He suddenly realized he was hungry.

He pushed back his chair, got to his feet and moved around the dance floor to the exit.

Across the street, was a Chinese restaurant where he often ate. He went in, nodding to the proprietor who was flicking the beads of his calculator with that incredible swiftness that made the whole operation a complete mystery to any European mind. He paused, bobbed his head and revealed big yellow teeth in a smile.

A Chinese girl, wearing what looked like an air hostessas uniform, led Jaffe behind screens to a single table.

Every table in this restaurant was hidden by screens from which came the raucous sound of Chinese laughter and the clatter of numerous dishes.

Jaffe ordered Chinese soup, sweet sour pork and fried rice. He wiped his face and hands on the hot towel offered to him by the girl who handed him the steaming towel in a pair of chromium tongs.

While waiting for the meal to be served, Jaffe considered his problem. He was nervous of Blackie in spite of his wifeas a.s.surance. He saw now that the problem of getting out of Vietnam would be even more complicated if he tried to buy a pa.s.sport.

So what was he going to do? He felt sure that if he had enough ready cash, he would be able to get out of Vietnam. To get the necessary cash, he would have to sell some of the diamonds. But who would buy them in Saigon?

He was still brooding over this problem when the meal Was served. He ate hungrily, washing the food down with warm Chinese wine. When he had finished, the girl gave him another hot towel and he wiped his hands, then asked for the bill.

The girl went away, leaving his screen half open. While he waited for the bill, he saw Sam Wade and a Chinese girl come out from behind a screen and move to the head of the stairs.

Jaffe studied the girl with Wade. She was tall, with an exceptional figure. She was wearing a scarlet Cheongsam that accentuated the curves of her figure. She was sophisticated and looked very bored and sharply aware of her physical attractions. Jaffe decided she wasnat the kind of woman who would appeal to him. She would be complicated. Comparing her to Nhanas simplicity, he was suddenly very thankful and grateful that he had been lucky enough to have found Nhan.

He waited until the two had disappeared down the stairs, then he paid his bill and went down into the street to find Nhan.

II.

It was just on ten-thirty oaclock when Jaffe saw Nhan coming briskly along the sidewalk, weaving her way through the jostling crowd, a slightly worried expression on her delicately-featured face. She was wearing white silk trousers and a red wine-coloured tunic sheath.

Jaffe tapped his horn b.u.t.ton three times, paused then tapped it again. It was their understood signal. She immediately looked in his direction and when she saw the red Dauphine her face lit up and she smiled. She started towards the car as Jaffe got out.

It is a d.a.m.n funny thing, Jaffe thought as he stood by the car waiting for her, but every time I meet her, I get a real bang out of it.

Nhan ran up to him and looked up at him as he took her hand.

There was that extraordinary look of adoration in her dark eyes that always startled Jaffe. It was a look he had never seen in any other womanas eyes: it said plainly: you are the centre of my universe, without you there would be no sun, no moon, no stars, no nothing. It was a look of complete and candid love.

Although it flattered his ego to know she loved him so completely at the same time it often embarra.s.sed him; knowing that he himself wasnat capable of loving her in the same way.

ah.e.l.lo,a Nhan said. aAre you feeling very fine?a She was very proud of the fact that she was learning English. She could speak fairly fluent French, but since she had met Jaffe she was now concentrating on English.

ah.e.l.lo,a Jaffe said and felt a constriction in his throat as he looked down at her. Her doll-like features, her smallness, and her love moved him as nothing else could move him. aYeah, Iam fine. Tell Blackie you wonat be working tonight. I want to talk to you.a He took out his wallet and gave her some money. aHere, give this to him, and hurry, will you?a Her almond-shaped eyes widened as she looked at the money.

aBut, Steve, why donat you come up? We can dance and talk. Itall save your money.a aGive it to him,a Jaffe said curtly. aI canat talk to you up there.a She gave him a quick, puzzled stare, then went quickly up the stairs to the club.

Jaffe got into the Dauphine and lit a cigarette. In spite of the slight breeze, the heat oppressed him. Every now and then his mind would jump to Haum in the clothes closet. The thought of the dead man made him flinch.

Nhan came out of the club and got into the car. As she slammed the door, Jaffe pressed the starter b.u.t.ton and eased the car into the stream of pousse-pousse and cars.

He drove as fast as he could towards the river. Nhan sat silent, her hands resting on her knees, her eyes on the flow of traffic.

When they reached the ornamental gardens by the bridge, Jaffe stopped the car.

aLetas get out,a he said, sliding out of the car.

She followed him over to the seat under the trees where the young Vietnamese couple had sat and they sat down. The moon floated in a cloudless sky, shedding its light on the sampans and the small rowing boats that still moved on the river.

As Nhan settled herself beside Jaffe, he put his arm around her slender body and kissed her. He held her against him, his mouth on hers for a long moment, then releasing her, he lit a cigarette, snapping the match into the river.

aWhatas the matter, Steve?a She spoke in French now, and he was aware her expression was anxious.

He hesitated to admit anything was the matter, then realizing he was wasting time, he said, aSomethingas happened. Iam in trouble. Donat ask questions. Itas better that you donat know. The point is Iam in bad trouble with the police. I have to get away.a She went rigid, her hands gripping her silk-clad knees. He could hear her quick breathing. He watched her, pitying her. As she didnat speak, he said, aItas bad, Nhan. Iave got to get out of the country somehow.a She drew in a deep breath.

aI donat understand,a she said. aPlease explain this thing to me.a aSomething happened this afternoon. The police will be looking for me by tomorrow.a aWhat happened?a Jaffe hesitated, then decided to tell her. The newspapers were certain to carry the story tomorrow or the day after; then everyone would know. So he told her.

Her fingers tightened on his wrist. aBut it was an accident!a she said breathlessly. aYou must tell the police! It was an accident!a He moved impatiently.

aTheyall think I killed him. Donat you understand? Iave got to get out or Iam sunk !a aBut it was an accident!a she exclaimed. aYou must go to the police at once! They will be pleased when you give them the diamonds. Let us go to the police now!a and she started to get up.

aIam keeping the diamonds and Iam not going to the police,a he said in a hard, cold voice.

She dropped back on to the seat. She lowered her head so he couldnat see her face.

aDonat you see?a he said angrily. aOnce I get away, I can sell the diamonds. They are worth a million dollars a" probably more. Itas a chance in a lifetime. Iave always wanted to get my hands on really big money!a She rocked herself to and fro in her agony of fear.

aIf you run away, they will think you killed him.a She moaned. aYou mustnat do it. No money is worth this. You must give them the diamonds!a aI did kill him,a he said, growing impatient. aIam not such a fool as to risk a trial. They could put me in their stinking jail for years. Weare wasting time. Somehow, Iave got to get out. Itall take time to organize. Iave got to find some safe place where I can hide. Do you know where I could hide?a aHide?a She lifted her head and stared at him, terror made her look ugly. The word sparked off a panic that was pitiful to see. aWhat about me? Are you going to leave me?a aI didnat say anything about leaving you. When I go, youall come with me.a aBut I canat! They wonat give me permission to leave. No Vietnamese can leave the country! Besides, what will happen to my mother, my brothers, my uncle, if I did leave?a Complications, Jaffe thought. Always complications.

aIf you want to come with me, youall have to leave them. But skip it : weall solve that one when we have to. I must find some safe place to stay for a week or so. Do you know anyone I can go to? Not in Saigon: somewhere outside.a She went off into a panic again.

aBut you mustnat hide! You must go to the police!a She began to beg him in a torrent of hysterical words to give up the diamonds, to go to the police, to tell them the truth.

He let her run on for a minute or so, then abruptly he stood up.

She stopped speaking and watched him, terror making her eyes large and glistening in the moonlight.

aOkay, okay,a he said harshly. aIf you donat want to help me, then Iall find someone who will. Iam not going to the police and Iam not giving up the diamonds!a She shuddered and closed her eyes.

He felt sorry for her, but at the same time irritated and impatient. She was wasting precious time.

aI shouldnat have told you about this,a he went on. aCome on: Iall drive you back to the club. You mustnat think any more about it. Iall find someone else to help me.a She jumped up and throwing her arms around his neck, pressing her slim figure against him, she clung frantically to him.

aI will help you!a she said wildly. aIall come with you when you leave! Iall do anything you want!a aOkay, now relax. Sit down. If someone sees us . . .a She instantly released him and sat down. She was shaking and tears were running down her face. He sat by her side, not touching her and waited. After a while, she controlled herself and she timidly put her hand in his.

She said suddenly, aMy grandfather has a house in Thudaumot. You would be safe there. I think I could persuade him to have you.a Jaffe drew in a long deep breath. He put his arm around her and hugged her.

aI knew you could help me,a he said. aI was relying on you. Itas going to be all right. In three or four months you and I will be in Hong Kong: weall be rich.a She leaned against him, clutching his hand. He could feel she was still shaking aIall buy you a mink coat,a he said. aThatas the first thing weall buy, and pearls. Youall look lovely in mink. You can have a car too: a car of your own.a aIt will be very difficult for you to leave Vietnam,a she said. aThere are many restrictions and regulations.a He was irritated that she hadnat reacted to the dream he had tried to create for her. Mink, pearls and a car! She should have been excited at such a prospect, but instead she was underlining the one problem he had no idea how to solve.

aFirst things first,a he said. aLetas go and talk to your grandfather. I will pay him well. You mustnat tell him about the police. It would be better to say I have a political enemy who is looking for me.a aI will tell him the truth,a Nhan said simply. aWhen he knows I love you, he will help you.a Jaffe shrugged.

aWell, all right. Iall leave it to you, but be sure he doesnat rush off to the police.a aHe would never do anything to make me unhappy,a Nhan said with so much hurt dignity that Jaffe felt slightly ashamed. aI can persuade him to help you.a Jaffe suddenly saw the snag in this plan.

Thudaumot was twenty-two kilometres outside Saigon. He remembered there was a police post on the road and all cars had to stop at the post for a police check. It would be fatal to his plans if his car was checked. When the police found Haumas body, they would check up on his car. As soon as they learned he had pa.s.sed along the Thudaumot road, they would concentrate their hunt for him there.

aThereas a police post on that road,a he said. aThis could be difficult.a Nhan stared at him, remaining motionless, waiting while he concentrated on a solution to this snag.

He realized after a momentas thought that his only hope of pa.s.sing through the police post was to use another car and not his own. He did know cars with C.D. plates were rarely stopped at the police posts, and he immediately thought of Sam Wade and his big Chrysler car. If he could borrow the Chrysler he stood a good chance of covering his tracks.

From what Wade had said, he wouldnat be using the car tonight, but where was he? He knew he was holed up somewhere with the Chinese girl, but how could he find him?

He asked Nhan if she knew the girl and he described her.

aYes, I know her,a Nhan said, puzzled. aShe dances at LaArc-en-Ciel. Her name is Ann Fai Wah. She makes a lot of money going with Americans. She isnat a good girl.a aDo you know where she lives?a Nhan thought for a moment then she said she had an idea the girl had an apartment off Hong Thap Tu.

Jaffe got to his feet. aLetas go,a he said.

She stared blankly up at him. aYou want to see Ann Fai Wah?a she asked indignantly. aWhy? I will not go with you to that woman.a aCome on, come on,a Jaffe said impatiently. aIall explain on the way.a As he drove to the centre of the town, he explained about Wadeas car.

aYouall have to drive it back, Nhan. Do you think you can manage?a He had taught her to drive the Dauphine and she handled the small car very well, but he had no idea if she could cope with the big Chrysler.

She said firmly and with confidence that she would be able to drive the Chrysler.