said.
‘I won’t forgive you for this,’ she said.
The remark reached through his depression and he laughed at her.
‘I don’t see anything funny,’ she said.
‘No, darling,’ said Willoughby. ‘You wouldn’t.’
Robert Nelson had become an unconscious weight by the time Jenny manoeuvred him into their apartment. She stumbled with him into the bedroom and heaved him on to the bed. He lay there, mouth open, snoring up at her.
She smiled down.
‘Poor darling,’ she said.
With the expertise of a woman used to handling drunks, she undressed him, rocking him back and forth to free trapped clothing and finally rolling him beneath the covers.
She undressed, hesitated by the bedside and instead put on a kimono, returning to the lounge. The curtains were drawn away from the windows. She slid aside the glass door and went out to the verandah edge, standing with her hands against the rail. Below her the lights of Hong Kong glittered and sparked, like fireflies. She looked beyond to where a blackened strip marked the harbour. It was impossible to see the partially submerged liner, but she knew exactly where it would be. She stared towards its unseen shape for a long time, her body still and unmoving.
‘Oh Christ,’ she said at last. It was a sad, despairing sound.
She turned back into the room, her head sunk against her chest, so she was actually inside before she realised it wasn’t empty any more. Fright whimpered from her and she snatched her hand up to her mouth. Jenny stood with her back against the cold window, eyes darting to the faces of the three men, seeking identification.
‘No,’ said the eldest of the three. ‘We’re not people you’re likely to know.’
He spoke Cantonese.
‘Oh,’ she said, in understanding.
‘Surprised we are here?’
‘Yes.’
‘Frightened?’
‘Yes.’
‘It’s right you should be.’
‘What do you want?’
‘For this stupidity to stop.’
‘Stupidity?’
‘The ship. Don’t pretend ignorance.’
‘What can I do?’
The man smiled.
‘That’s a naive question.’
‘There’s nothing I can do,’ she said desperately.
‘What about the man who’s come from London?’
‘He’s supposed to be investigating,’ she conceded, doubt in her voice.
‘And what is he likely to discover?’
‘Nothing,’ she admitted.
‘Precisely,’ said the man. ‘So he must be shown.’
‘By me?’
‘Who else?’
‘How?’
‘You’re a whore. Used to men. You shouldn’t have to ask that question.’
There was distaste in the man’s voice.
Momentarily she squeezed her eyes closed, to control the emotion.
‘You can’t make me,’ she said. It was a pitiful defiance, made more child-like because her voice jumped unevenly.
‘Oh don’t be ridiculous,’ said the man, irritated. He gestured towards the bedroom door beyond which Robert Nelson slept.
‘Do you feel for him?’
‘I love him,’ said Jenny. This time she didn’t have to force the defiance.
‘If you don’t do as you are told,’ said the man quietly, ‘we will kill him.’
Jenny stared across at the leader of the group.
‘You do believe me, don’t you?’ he said.
‘Yes,’ she said. ‘I believe you.’
‘So you’ll do it?’
‘Do I have a choice?’
‘Of course not.’
Cantonese was the language of another meeting that night, because most of the people assembled in one of the three houses that John Lu owned in Kowloon were street Chinese and uncomfortable with English. It had been right that he should make the announcement, according to tradition, so his father had remained on Hong Kong island. Freed of the old man’s intimidating presence, the boy had adopted the same cold authority, enjoying its effect upon the people with him.
‘Is that understood?’ he demanded.
There were nods and mutterings of agreement.
‘Even the New Territories, as well as Kowloon and Hong Kong,’ he emphasised.
‘We understand,’ said the man in the front.
‘Everyone must
‘I won’t forgive you for this,’ she said.
The remark reached through his depression and he laughed at her.
‘I don’t see anything funny,’ she said.
‘No, darling,’ said Willoughby. ‘You wouldn’t.’
Robert Nelson had become an unconscious weight by the time Jenny manoeuvred him into their apartment. She stumbled with him into the bedroom and heaved him on to the bed. He lay there, mouth open, snoring up at her.
She smiled down.
‘Poor darling,’ she said.
With the expertise of a woman used to handling drunks, she undressed him, rocking him back and forth to free trapped clothing and finally rolling him beneath the covers.
She undressed, hesitated by the bedside and instead put on a kimono, returning to the lounge. The curtains were drawn away from the windows. She slid aside the glass door and went out to the verandah edge, standing with her hands against the rail. Below her the lights of Hong Kong glittered and sparked, like fireflies. She looked beyond to where a blackened strip marked the harbour. It was impossible to see the partially submerged liner, but she knew exactly where it would be. She stared towards its unseen shape for a long time, her body still and unmoving.
‘Oh Christ,’ she said at last. It was a sad, despairing sound.
She turned back into the room, her head sunk against her chest, so she was actually inside before she realised it wasn’t empty any more. Fright whimpered from her and she snatched her hand up to her mouth. Jenny stood with her back against the cold window, eyes darting to the faces of the three men, seeking identification.
‘No,’ said the eldest of the three. ‘We’re not people you’re likely to know.’
He spoke Cantonese.
‘Oh,’ she said, in understanding.
‘Surprised we are here?’
‘Yes.’
‘Frightened?’
‘Yes.’
‘It’s right you should be.’
‘What do you want?’
‘For this stupidity to stop.’
‘Stupidity?’
‘The ship. Don’t pretend ignorance.’
‘What can I do?’
The man smiled.
‘That’s a naive question.’
‘There’s nothing I can do,’ she said desperately.
‘What about the man who’s come from London?’
‘He’s supposed to be investigating,’ she conceded, doubt in her voice.
‘And what is he likely to discover?’
‘Nothing,’ she admitted.
‘Precisely,’ said the man. ‘So he must be shown.’
‘By me?’
‘Who else?’
‘How?’
‘You’re a whore. Used to men. You shouldn’t have to ask that question.’
There was distaste in the man’s voice.
Momentarily she squeezed her eyes closed, to control the emotion.
‘You can’t make me,’ she said. It was a pitiful defiance, made more child-like because her voice jumped unevenly.
‘Oh don’t be ridiculous,’ said the man, irritated. He gestured towards the bedroom door beyond which Robert Nelson slept.
‘Do you feel for him?’
‘I love him,’ said Jenny. This time she didn’t have to force the defiance.
‘If you don’t do as you are told,’ said the man quietly, ‘we will kill him.’
Jenny stared across at the leader of the group.
‘You do believe me, don’t you?’ he said.
‘Yes,’ she said. ‘I believe you.’
‘So you’ll do it?’
‘Do I have a choice?’
‘Of course not.’
Cantonese was the language of another meeting that night, because most of the people assembled in one of the three houses that John Lu owned in Kowloon were street Chinese and uncomfortable with English. It had been right that he should make the announcement, according to tradition, so his father had remained on Hong Kong island. Freed of the old man’s intimidating presence, the boy had adopted the same cold authority, enjoying its effect upon the people with him.
‘Is that understood?’ he demanded.
There were nods and mutterings of agreement.
‘Even the New Territories, as well as Kowloon and Hong Kong,’ he emphasised.
‘We understand,’ said the man in the front.
‘Everyone must
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