"Rue de Verte 14, Eze."

Dunross remembered the village well, not far from Monte Carlo, high above, and the whole of the Cote d'Azur below and you could see beyond Monte Carlo into Italy, and beyond Cap Ferrat to Nice. "Thank you, Mr. Deland. I've telexed you 10,000 U.S. for Mme. deVille's expenses and anything else. Whatever's necessary please do it. Call me at once if there's anythinga yes and ask the specialist to call me immediately after he's examined Mme. Escary. Have you talked with Mr. Jacques deVille?"

"No, tai-pan. You did not instruct this. Should I phone?"

"No. I'll call him. Thank you again." Dunross hung up and told Penelope everything, except about the internal injuries.

"How awful! Howa how senseless!"

Dunross was looking out at the sunset. It was at his suggestion the young couple had gone to Nice and Monte Carlo where he and Penelope had had so much fun, and marvelous food, marvelous wine and a little gambling. Joss, he thought, then added, Christ all bloody mighty!

He dialed Jacques deVille's house but he was not there. He left a message for him to return the call. "I'll see him at the dinner tonight," he said, the champagne now tasteless. "Well, we'd better get changed."

"I'm not going, dear."

"Oh buta"

"I've lots to do to get ready for tomorrow. You can make an excuse for me of course you have to go. I'll be ever so busy. There's Glenna's school things and Duncan gets back on Monday and his school things have to be sorted. You'll have to put him on the aircraft, make sure he has his passporta You can easily make an excuse for me tonight as I'm leaving."

He smiled faintly. "Of course, Penn, but what's the real reason?"

"It's going to be a big do. Robin's bound to be there."

"They're not back till tomorrow!"

"No, it was in the Guardian's Extra. They arrived this afternoon. The whole delegation. They're sure to be invited." The banquet was being given by a multimillionaire property developer, Sir Shi-teh T'chung, partially to celebrate the knighthood he had received in the last Honors List, but mostly to launch his latest charity drive for the new wing of the new Elizabeth Hospital. "I've really no wish to go, and so long as you're there, everything'll be all right. I really want an early night too. Please."

"All right. I'll deal with these calls, then I'll be off. I'll see you though before I go." Dunross walked upstairs and went into his study. Lim was waiting there, on guard. He wore a white tunic and black pants and soft shoes. "Evening, Lim," Dunross said in Cantonese.

"Good evening, tai-pan." Quietly the old man motioned him to the window. Dunross could see two men, Chinese, loitering across the street outside the high wall that surrounded the Great House, near the tall, open iron gates. "They've been there some time, taipan."

Dunross watched them a moment, disquieted. His own guard had just been dismissed and Brian Kwok, who was also a guest at Sir Shi-teh's tonight, would come by shortly and go with him, acting as a substitute. "If they don't go away by dusk call Superintendent Crosse's office." He wrote the number down, then added in Cantonese, his voice abruptly hard, "While I think of it, Lim, if I want any foreign devil car interfered with, I will order it." He saw the old eyes staring back at him impassively. Lim Chu had been with the family since he was seven, like his father before him, and his father, the first of his line who, in the very old days, before Hong Kong had existed, had been Number One Boy and looked after the Struan mansion in Macao.

"I don't understand, tai-pan."

"You cannot wrap fire in paper. The police are clever and old Black Beard's a great supporter of police. Experts can examine brakes and deduce all sorts of information."

"I know nothing of police." The old man shrugged then beamed. "Tai-pan, I do not climb trees to find a fish. Nor do you. May I mention that in the night I could not sleep and I came here. There was a shadow on the veranda balcony. The moment I opened the study door the shadow slid down the drainpipe and vanished into the shrubs." The old man took out a torn piece of cloth. "This was on the drainpipe." The cloth was nondescript.

Dunross studied it, perturbed. He glanced at Dirk Struan's oil painting over the fireplace. It was perfectly in position. He moved it away and saw that the hair he had delicately balanced on a hinge of the safe was untouched. Satisfied, he replaced the picture, then checked the locks on the French windows. The two men were still loitering. For the first time Dunross was very glad that he had an Sl guard.

34 - 7:5X P.M.:.

It was hot and humid in Phillip Chen's study and he was sitting beside the phone staring at it nervously. The door swung open and he jumped. Dianne sailed in.

"There's no point in waiting anymore, Phillip," she said irritably. "You'd better go and change. That devil Werewolf won't call tonight. Something must have happened. Do come along!" She wore an evening chong-sam in the latest, most expensive fashion, her hair bouffant, and she was bejeweled like a Christmas tree. "Yes. Something must have happened. Perhaps the policea huh, it's too much to expect they caught him. More likely that fang pi devil's playing with us. You'd better change or we'll be late. If you burr"

"I really don't want to go," he snapped back at her. "Shitee T'chung's a bore and now that he's Sir Shitee he's a double one." Years ago Shi-teh had adulterated down to become the nickname Shitee to his intimate friends. "Anyway, it's hardly eight o'clock and dinner's not till 9:30 and he's always late, his banquets are always at least an hour late. For God's sake, you go!"

"Ayeeyah you've got to come. It's a matter of face," she replied, equally ill-tempered. "My God, after today at the stock marketa if we don't go we'll lose terrible face and it's sure to push the stock down further! All Hong Kong will laugh at us. They can't wait. They'll say we're so ashamed the House can't pay its bills that we won't show our face in public. Huh! And as for Shitee's new wife, Constance, that mealy-mouthed whore can't wait to see me humbled!" She was near screeching. Her losses on the day exceeded 100,000 of her own secret private dollars. When Phillip had called her from the stock market just after three to relate what had happened she had almost fainted. "Oh ko you have to come or we'll be ruined!"

Miserably her husband nodded. He knew what gossips and rumormongers would be at the banquet. All day he had been inun- dated with questions, moans and panic. "I suppose you're right." He was down almost a million dollars on the day and if the run continued and Gornt won he knew he would be wiped out. Oh oh oh why did I trust Dunross and buy so heavily? he was thinking so angry that he wanted to kick someone. He looked up at his wife. His heart sank as he recognized the signs of her awesome displeasure at the world in general, and him in particular. He quaked inside. "All right," he said meekly. "I won't be a moment."

When he got to the door the phone rang. Once more his heart twisted and he felt sick. There had been four calls since around six. Each had been a business call decrying the fate of the stock, and were the rumors true and oh ho, Phillip, I'd better sell each time worse than the last. "WeyyyyI" he asked angrily.

There was a short pause, then an equally rude voice said in crude Cantonese, "You're in a foul temper whoever you are! Where are your fornicating manners?"

"Who's this? Eh, who's calling?" he asked in Cantonese.

"This is the Werewolf. The Chief Werewolf, by all the gods! Whotre you?"

"Oh!" The blood drained from Phillip Chen's face. In panic he beckoned his wife. She rushed forward and bent to listen too, everything else forgotten except the safety of the House. "Thisa this is Honorable Chen," he said cautiously. "Please, what'sa what's your name?"

"Are your ears filled with wax? I said I was the Werewolf. Am I so stupid to give you my name?"

"I'ma I'm sorry but how do I know you'rea you're telling me the truth?"

"How do I know who you are? Perhaps you're a dung-eating policeman. Who are you?"

"I'm Noble House Chen. I swear it!"

"Good. Then I wrote you a letter saying I'd call about 6:00 P.M. today. Didn't you get the letter?"

"Yes, yes I got the letter," Phillip Chen said, trying to control a relief that was mixed with rage and frustration and terror. "Let me talk to my Number One Son, please."

"That's not possible, no, not possible! Can a frog think of eating a swan? Your son's in another part of the Islanda actually he's in the New Territories, not near a telephone but quite safe, Noble House Chen, oh yes, quite safe. He lacks for nothing. Do you have the ransom money?"

"Yesa at least I could only raise 100,000. Th"

"All gods bear witness to my fornicating patience!" the man said angrily. "You know very well we asked for 500,000! 5 or 10 it's still like one hair on ten oxen to you!"

"Lies!" Phillip Chen shrieked. "That's all lies and rumors spread by my enemies! I'm not that richa Didn't you hear about the stock market today?" Phillip Chen groped for a chair, his heart pounding, and sat down still holding the phone so she could listen too.

"Ayeeyah, stock market! We poor farmers don't deal on the stock market! Do you want his other ear?"

Phillip Chen blanched. "No. But we must negotiate. Five is too much. One and a half I can manage."

"If I settle for one and a half I will be the laughingstock of all China! Are you accusing me of displaying a lamb's head but selling dogmeat? One and a half for the Number One Son of Noble House Chen? Impossible! It's face! Surely you can see that."

Phillip Chen hesitated. "Well," he said reasonably, "you have a point. First I want to know when I get my son back."

"As soon as the ransom's paid! I promise on the bones of my ancestors! Within a few hours of getting the money he'll be put on the main Sha Tin Road."

"Ah, he's in Sha Tin now?"

"Ayecyah, you can't trap me, Noble House Chen. I smell dung in this conversation. Are the fornicating police listening? Is the dog acting fierce because his master's listening? Have you called the police?"

"No, I swear it. I haven't called the police and I'm not trying to trap you, but please, I need assurances, reasonable assurances." Phillip Chen was beaded with sweat. "You're quite safe, you have my oath, I haven't called the police. Why should I? If I call them how can we negotiate?"

There was another long hesitation, then the man said, somewhat mollified, "I agree. But we have your son so any trouble that happens is your fault and not ours. All right, I'll be reasonable too. I will accept 400,000, but it must be tonight!"

"That's impossible! You ask me to fish in the sea to catch a tiger!

I didn't get your letter till after the banks were closed but I've got 100,000 cash, in small billsa" Dianne nudged him and held up two fingers. "Listen, Honorable Werewolf, perhaps I can borrow more tonight. Perhapsa listen, I will give you two tonight. I'm sure I can raise that within the hour. 200,000!"

"May all gods smite me dead if I sell out for such a fornicating pittance. 350,000!"

"200,000 within the hour!"

"His other ear within two days or 300,000 tonight!"

Phillip Chen wailed and pleaded and flattered and cursed and they negotiated back and forth. Both men were adept. Soon both were caught up in the battle of wits, each using all his powers, the kidnapper using threats, Phillip Chen using guile, flattery and promises. At length, Phillip Chen said, "You are too good for me, too good a negotiator. I will pay 200,000 tonight and a further 100,000 within four months."

"Within one month!"

"Three!" Phillip Chen was aghast at the flow of obscenities that followed and he wondered if he had misjudged his adversary.

"Two!"

Dianne nudged him again, nodding agreement. "Very well," he said, "I agree. Another 100,000 in two months."

"Good!" The man sounded satisfied, then he added, "I will con- sider what you say and call you back."

"But wait a moment, Honorable Werewolf. When wit"

"Within the hour."

"Bu " The line went dead. Phillip Chen cursed, then mopped his brow again. "I thought I had him. God curse the motherless dog turd!"

"Yes." Dianne was elated. "You did very well, Phillip! Only two now and another hundred in two months! Perfect! Anything can happen in two months. Perhaps the dirty police will catch them and then we won't have to pay the hundred!" Happily she took out a tissue and blotted the perspiration off her upper lip. Then her smile faded. "What about Shitee T'chung? We've got to go but you'll have to wait."

"Ah, I have it! Take Kevin, I'll come later. There'll be plenty of space for me whenever I get there. I'lla I'll wait for him to call back."

"Excellent! How clever you are! We've got to get our coin back.

Oh very good! Perhaps our joss has changed and the boom will happen like Old Blind Tung forecast. Kevin's so concerned for you, Phillip. The poor boy's so upset that you have all these troubles. He's very concerned for your health." She hurried out, thanking the gods, knowing she would be back long before John Chen returned safely. Perfect, she was thinking, Kevin can wear his new white sharkskin dinner jacket. It's time he began to live up to his new position. "Kevinnnnn!"

The door closed. Phillip Chen sighed. When he had gathered his strength, he went to the sideboard and poured himself a brandy. After Dianne and Kevin had left, he poured himself another. At a quarter to nine the phone rang again.

"Noble House Chen?"

"Yesa yes, Honorable Werewolf?"

"We accept. But it has to be tonight!"

Phillip Chen sighed. "Very well. Now wh"

"You can get all the money?"

"Yes."

"The notes will be hundreds as I asked?"

"Yes. I have 100,000 and can get another hundred from a frienda"

"You have rich friends," the man said suspiciously. "Mandarins."

"He's a bookmaker," Phillip Chen said quickly, cursing himself for his slip. "When you hung up Ia I made the arrangements. Fortunately this happened to be one of his big nights."

"All right. Listen, take a taxi"

"Oh but I have a car an"

"I know you have a fornicating car and I know the license number," the man said rudely, "and we know all about you and if you try to betray us to the police you will never see your son again andyou will be next on our list! Understand?"

"Yesa yes, of course, Honorable Werewolf," Phillip Chen said placatingly. "I'm to take a taxi where to?"

"The triangle garden at Kowloon Tong. There's a road called Essex Road. There's a wall fence there and a hole in the wall. An arrow drawn on the pavement of the road has its arrowhead pointing at the hole. You put your hand in this hole and you'll get a letter. You read it then our street fighters will approach you and say 'Tin koorl chi Took' and you hand the bag over."

"Oh! Isn't it possible I can hand it to the wrong man?"

You won t. You understand the password and everything?"

"How long will it take you to get there?"

"I can come at once. I'lla I can get the other money on the way, I can come at once."

"Then come immediately. Come alone, you cannot come with anyone else. You will be watched the moment you leave the door."

Phillip Chen mopped his brow. "And my son? When do I ge"

"Obey instructions! Beware and come alone."

Again the phone went dead. His fingers were shaking as he picked up the glass and drained the brandy. He felt the warm afterglow but it took away none of his apprehension. When he had collected himself, he dialed a very private number. "I want to speak to Four Finger Wu," he said in Wu's dialect.

"One moment please." There were some muffled Haklo voices, and then, "Is this Mr. Chen, Mr. Phillip Chen?" the voice asked in American English.

"Oh!" he said, startled, then added cautiously, "Who's this?"

"This's Paul Choy, Mr. Chen. Mr. Wu's nephew. My uncle had to go out but he left instructions for me to wait until you called. He's made some arrangements for you. This is Mr. Chen?"

"Yes, yes, it is."

"Ah, great. Have you heard from the kidnappers?"