day, or the next.
Similarly, if the King couldn't make their appointment at the village, they were to come the next day.
After paying and receiving the usual compliments, Cheng San said that he had to catch the tide. He bowed courteously and Sutra went out with him, escorting him to the shore. Beside the boat they began their polite quarrel about the fish business.
The King was triumphant. 'Great, Peter. We're in!'
'You're terrific! When you said to give it to him in the teeth like that, well, old man, I thought you'd lost him. They just don't do those things.'
'Had a hunch,' was all the King said. Then he added, chewing on a piece of meat, 'You're in for ten percent of the profit, of course. But you'll have to work for it, you son of a bitch.'
'Like a horse! God! Just think of all that money. Thirty thousand dollars would be a stack of notes perhaps a foot high.'
'More,' the King said, infected by the excitement.
'My God, you've got nerve. How on earth did you arrive at the price? He agreed, boom, just like that. One moment's talk, then boom, you're rich!'
'Got a lot of worrying to do before it is a deal. Lot of things could go wrong. It ain't a deal till the cash is delivered and in the bank.'
'Oh, I never thought of that.'
'Business axiom. You can't bank talk. Only greenbacks!'
'I still can't get over it. We're outside the camp, we've more food inside us than we've had in weeks. And prospects look great. You're a bloody genius.'
'We'll wait and see, Peter.'
The King stood up. 'You wait here. I'll be back in an hour or so. Got another bit of business to attend to. So long as we're out of here in a couple of hours, we'll be okay. Then we'll hit the camp just before dawn.
Best time. That's when the guards'll be at their lowest mark. See you,' and he disappeared down the steps.
In spite of himself, Peter Marlowe felt alone, and quite a little afraid.
Christ, what's he up to? Where's he going? What if he's late? What if he doesn't come back? What if a Jap comes into the village? What if I'm left on my own? Shall I go looking for him? If we don't make it back by dawn, Christ, we'll be reported missing and we'll have to run. Where? Maybe Cheng San'll help? Too dangerous! Where does he live? Could we make the docks and get a boat? Maybe contact the guerrillas who're supposed to be operating?
Get hold of yourself, Marlowe, you damn coward! You're acting like a three-year-old!
Curbing his anxiety, he settled down to wait. Then suddenly he remembered the coupling condenser — three hundred microfarads.
'Tabe, Tuan,' Kasseh smiled as the King entered her hut.
'Tabe, Kasseh!'
'You like food, yes?'
He shook his head and held her close, his hands moving over her body.
She stood on tiptoe to put her arms around his neck, her hair a plume of black gold falling to her waist.
'Long time,' she said, warmed by his touch.
'Long time,' he replied. 'You miss me?'
'Uh-uh,' she laughed, aping his accent
'He arrived yet?'
She shook her head. 'No like this thing, tuan. Has danger.'
'Everything has danger.'
They heard footsteps and soon a shadow splashed the door. It opened and a small dark Chinese walked in. He wore a sarong and Indian chappals on his feet. He smiled, showing broken mildewed teeth. On his back was a war parang in a scabbard. The King noticed that the scabbard was well oiled. Easy to jerk that parang out and cut a man's head off —just like that. Tucked into the man's belt was a revolver.
The King had asked Kasseh to get in touch with the guerrillas operating in Johore and this man was the result. Like most, they were converted bandits now fighting the Japanese under the banner of the Communists, who supplied them with arms.
'Tabe. You speak English?' the King asked, forcing a smile. He didn't like the look of this Chinese.
'Why you want talk with us?'
'Thought we might be able to make a deal.'
The Chinese leered at Kasseh. She flinched.
'Beat it, Kasseh,' the King said.
Noiselessly she left, going through the bead curtain into the rear of the house.
The Chinese watched her go. 'You lucky,' he said to the King. 'Too lucky.
I bet woman give good time two, three men one night. No?'
'You want to talk a deal? Yes or no?'
