The King sighed and he opened his black box and paid Timsen what was owed.
'Thanks, cobber.' Timsen chuckled. 'Hear you had a set-to with Grey and Yoshima.'
'So?'
'Nothin' — just a pity Grey didn't find the stone. I wouldn't be in your shoes — or Pete's for that. Oh dear, no. Very dangerous, right?'
'Go to hell, Timsen.'
Timsen laughed. 'Just a friendly warning, right? Oh, yus. The first shipment of netting's under the hut, enough for a hundred or so cages.'
He peeled off one hundred and twenty dollars. 'I sold the first shipment at thirty a leg. Here's your cut-fifty- fifty.'
'Who got 'em?'
Timsen winked. 'Just friends of mine. 'Night, cobber.'
The King relaxed in his bed and rechecked to see that the net was once more tight under his mattress. He was alert for danger. He knew that he could not go to the village for two days, and between then and now, many eyes would be watching and waiting. That night his sleep was fitful, and the next day he stayed in the hut surrounded by guards.
After lunch there was a sudden search of the bungalow area. Three times the guards went through the little rooms before the search was called off.
At nightfall Mac groped his way to the latrine area and pulled up the three water bottles that were dangling on a string in one of the boreholes. He cleaned them and brought them back to the room and connected them.
He, Larkin and Peter Marlowe listened to the news, memorizing it.
Afterwards, he did not take the bottles back to their cache, for though he had been cautious, he knew he had been observed.
The three of them decided not to hide the bottles any more. They knew, without despair, that very soon they would be caught.
Chapter 24
The King hurried through the jungle. As he approached the camp he became more careful until he was in a position just opposite the American hut. He lay on the ground and yawned contentedly, waiting for the moment to slip across the path and under the wire and back to the safety of the hut.
The balance of the money bulked his pockets.
He had gone alone to the village. Peter Marlowe was not fit enough to go with him. He had met Cheng San and given him the diamond. Then they had had a feast and he had gone to Kasseh and she had welcomed him.
Dawn was painting the new day as the King sneaked under the wire and into the hut. It was only when he got in bed that he noticed that his black box was missing.
'Why, you stupid sons of bitches!' he screamed. 'Can't you be trusted to do a goddam thing!'
'Goddammit to hell,' Max said. 'It was there a few hours ago. I got up to go to the latrine.'
'Where the hell is it now?'
But none of the men had seen or heard anything.
'Get Samson and Brant,' the King said to Max.
'Jesus,' Max said, 'it's a little early —'
'I said get 'em!'
In half an hour Colonel Samson arrived, wet with fear. 'What's the matter?
You know I mustn't be seen here.'
'Some son of a bitch has stolen my box. You can help find out who did it.'
'How can I —'
'I don't care how,' the King interrupted. 'Just keep your ears open around the officers. There's no more dough for you until I know who's done it.'
'But Corporal, I had nothing to do with it.'
'As soon as I know, the weekly pay-off'll start again. Now beat it.'
A few minutes later Major Brant arrived and got the same treatment. As soon as he left, the King fixed himself some breakfast while the others in the hut were scouring the camp. He had just finished eating when Peter Marlowe came in. The King told him about the theft of the black box.
'That's a bad bit of luck,' Peter Marlowe said.
The King nodded, then winked. 'It doesn't matter. I got the rest of the dough from Cheng San — so we've plenty. I just thought it was about time to bear down a little. The guys got careless — and it's a matter of principle.' He handed him a small pile of notes. 'Here's your cut from the diamond.'
Peter Marlowe wanted the money badly. But he shook his head. 'You keep it. I owe you much more than I can ever pay you. And there's the money you put out for the medicine.'
'All right, Peter. But we're still partners.'
Peter Marlowe smiled. 'Good.'
The trapdoor opened and Kurt climbed up into the room.
