of what happened to people who were taken to police headquarters. Colonel On-dinh-Khuc's reputation for cruelty was notorious.
He thought of what such a man would do to Nhan. The thought turned him sick.
'And Blackie?' he asked, trying not to believe anything as bad could have happened to Nhan.
'Blackie is dead,' Charlie said. He was beyond caring now. 'The girl is probably dead too by now.'
No, Jaffe thought, she can't be dead: not Nhan, but I must find out. I must go to Saigon. I can't desert her. Damn it, I love her! I'll go back and rescue her. I'll offer the diamonds for her. She means more to me than anything I have ever owned.
But he didn't move. He was listening to the other voice t h a i spoke in his mind.
Suppose she is dead? By going back, you'll be just throwing' your own life away. Even if she isn't dead, this isn't something from a movie script. You will never reach Saigon. You have three police posts to pass before you get to Police Headquarters. You might possibly get past one, but not three. By going to Saigon, you'll be committing suicide.
Then he heard the distant but unmistakable sound of an approaching aircraft. He looked at his watch. The time was ten minutes to eleven. The helicopter was on time! He stared up at the dark sky, his heart beginning to thump with excitement.
Charlie also heard the sound. He got unsteadily to his feet.
'We'd better light the bonfires,' he said.
He walked at first unsteadily, then more steadily towards the bonfire. He held the side of his face where Jaffe had hit him, moaning to himself.
Jaffe remained where he was. His fingers closed around the tin box containing the diamonds.
This is my only chance of escape, he thought. In a few days I shall be a rich man. I must go. It wouldn't have worked out. She was a nice kid, but I would be crazy to marry her. She would have been the wrong wife for a rich man. After all, she was only a Vietnamese taxi-dancer. She couldn't have mixed with people I shall be able to mix with now I am rich. It's not.as if I can do anything for her. I've got to think of myself. Going to Saigon would be a stupid, quixotic thing to do.
The bonfire suddenly burst into flames. Jaffa moved back as he felt the violence of its heat. The sound of the helicopter became louder.
He was thinking, she was such a poor little liar. I bet the moment they questioned her, she gave me away. It's no good thinking about it. I don't suppose they'll give her more than a year in jail. She'll be all right. It's not as if she is an American girl. These Vietnamese are used to a tough way of life.
Charlie had started the other bonfire. The helicopter was coming lower. It's whirling blade began to kick up the dust of the dry rice-field.
Jaffe walked slowly across the field to where Charlie waited.
They wouldn't hurt her, he told himself. Why should they? She was such a rotten little liar and she was as scared as a rabbit. She would tell them what they wanted to know. No, they wouldn't hurt her. I'm lucky to get away.
The helicopter settled in the middle of the field. Lee Watkins opened the cabin door. Charlie began to run towards the helicopter.
Jaffe took out his gun. He started to run too. He reached the helicopter before Charlie.
'Are you the guy I'm to take to Kratie?' Watkins asked, peering at him.
'That's right,' Jaffe said.
'Hop in,' Watkins said. 'I want to get off.'
Charlie came up, panting. Jaffe shoved his gun into Charlie's chest.
'You're not coming with me,' he said. 'Get the hell out of here! You can find your own way out of this damn place!'
Charlie started back, terrified at the sight of the gun.
Jaffe climbed into the cabin.
'Isn't he coming?' Watkins asked, shouting to get above the noise of the engine.
'No, he's not coming,' Jaffe said. He kept the gun down by his side so Watkins couldn't see it.
Watkins leaned across him, waved to Charlie who stood miserably watching, then slammed the door.
What a stinking sonofabitch you are! the voice in Jaffe's mind said. You're not fit to be loved. You know she didn't betray you. They had her in their hands since yesterday evening. If she had betrayed you, they would have got you by now. Well, I hope you'll like living with yourself from now on. I hope you'll have fun with all your money. I hope you'll be able to get her out of your mind, but I don't think you will.
'Come on! Come on!' Jaffe shouted savagely. 'Let's go!'
Charlie watched the helicopter rise into the air. He waited until it was out of sight, then he walked slowly and heavily to where he had left Blackie's car.
THE END
