“You are a very powerful man,” he said, a note of respect in his voice. “Yes, it could easily have happened.”
“Well, there I was with a body on my hands,” Jaffe said, relaxing slightly as Blackie seemed to be accepting his story. “A tricky set-up. I decided to clear out. You know what the police here are like. I could get a jail sentence. I’m relying on you to get me to Hong Kong.”
Blackie couldn’t accept such a story. It didn’t make sense.
“You considered going to the police and explaining the situation, Mr. Jaffe? Houseboys are notorious thieves. If you had told them…”
“I thought of all that,” Jaffe said curtly. “These Vietnamese don’t like Americans. They might have shoved me in jail. I wasn’t taking the risk.”
This still didn’t make sense to Blackie, but he decided to go along with the American.
“And the body?” he asked: “What happened to it?”
“I left it in a closet in my villa,” Jaffe said. “The police have been to see you, haven’t they?”
Blackie nodded. He was intrigued and puzzled. If Jaffe had left the body in the villa, how had it turned up in the ditch with the dead bandits? Who had moved it from the villa to the ditch? The police? Why had they given out to the newspapers that Haum had been killed by the bandits?
“They called on me,” he said. “They told me you had been kidnapped by Viet Minh bandits. They wanted to know if you had any particular girl. Naturally I said I knew of no girl.”
“Nhan had nothing to do with this. It happened before we met last night. She has nothing whatsoever to do with it.”
Blackie didn’t say anything. This was an acceptable lie. He was sure Nhan knew a great deal about this business. He couldn’t understand why the police had moved Haum’s body. There was no point in keeping this secret from Jaffe. He would read about it in the morning’s paper. He decided to tell him.
“I spoke to a newspaper reporter this afternoon,” he said. “He tells me the police are saying Haum was killed by the bandits. His body was found near the wrecked car you were driving.”
For a long moment Jaffe sat motionless, not quite sure if he had heard correctly. Then he suddenly realized that if this were true he had put himself into Blackie’s hands by prematurely admitting he had killed Haum. He cursed himself for not waiting to read the papers before seeing Blackie. He realized at once why the police had moved Haum’s body. Someone in authority wanted the diamonds!
They found the hole in the wall, he thought, and they knew the villa once belonged to the general’s woman. They have guessed I found the diamonds and I killed Haum to shut his mouth. They are setting the stage so when they catch me, they can shut my mouth and grab the diamonds.
Blackie was saying, “This is a puzzling business, Mr. Jaffe. How do you explain that Haum’s body was found in a ditch?”
“Maybe they don’t want to make an international incident out of it. After all I am an American,” Jaffe said cautiously.
“I don’t think that explanation is likely,” Blackie said. “A few months ago an American sailor murdered a prostitute in Cholon. The police didn’t hesitate to arrest him. Why should they hesitate to arrest you? Why should they arrange matters to look like a Viet Minh outrage?”
“Maybe they didn’t move the body. Maybe the girl and my cook moved it.”
“If you mean My-Lang-To,” Blackie said, “that suggestion is quite out of the question. How could they take the body so far? It may interest you to know your cook and the girl were taken to headquarters for questioning. As she was leaving headquarters she was knocked down and killed by a hit-and-run driver. This has happened before from time to time to people arrested for questioning. It is an efficient method of getting rid of people who could be embarrassing.”
Jaffe felt a drop of sweat fall onto his hand. He realized he was suddenly scared.
“Nothing has been seen of Dong Ham,” Blackie went on. “It would not surprise me if he too was dead by now.”
And if they catch me, Jaffe thought, they’ll kill me too.
“I don’t understand anything of this,” he said. “The thing is as much a mystery to me as it is to you.”
That, my friend, is a lie, Blackie thought. Is this thing political? Could this American be working with an opposition group to overthrow the regime? Did Haum find this out and the American killed him to silence him. No, it couldn’t be that. He wouldn’t be asking me for help if he had been working for a group. They would get him out of the country. Then what was the explanation?
“I don’t like mysteries,” he said. “I like to know all the facts before committing myself. When you took your friend’s car, Mr. Jaffe, you were planning to escape?”
“That’s right. I thought I might bluff my way into Cambodia with C.D. plates. As I arrived at the police post, the attack started and the car was put out of action.”
“Was Nhan with you?”
“No.” Jaffe paused, then went on, his voice hardening, “We’re wasting time. Can you or can’t you get me out?”
“As much as it would please me to help you,” Blackie said, “what you ask is an impossibility. There is no way to get you out of the country:
every exit by now has been sealed off. Security police are extremely efficient. Apart from the impossibility, Mr. Jaffe, I have myself to consider. I have a wife and a very good business. If it were discovered that I have even talked to you, they would close down my club. If it were found out I had helped you escape, I would go to jail.”
Jaffe knew the Chinese character well enough to know this wasn’t the final word.
“That I understand,” he said, “but nothing is ever impossible providing there is a big enough incentive. I have got to get out. I’m willing to pay.”
Blackie shook his head.
“Even if I could think of some method of getting you out, Mr. Jaffe, the cost would be prohibitive.”
“That’s for me to decide. Suppose you had unlimited funds, could you fix it?”
“Unlimited funds? I suppose something could be arranged, but we are wasting time. Who has unlimited funds these days?”
“I put a pretty high price on my life,” Jaffe went on. “I admit I’m not wealthy, but I have funds in America. I could stretch to ten thousand American dollars.”
Blackie remained slumped behind the steering wheel, but his mind alerted. This was the kind of money he was hoping to lay his hands on.
“I could get you out for half that sum, Mr. Jaffe,” he said, “if this wasn’t a capital charge, but unfortunately it is. I’m afraid it would cost a lot more than that.”
“How much more?” Jaffe asked who expected to haggle with Blackie.
“Twenty thousand would be closer to the mark.”
“I haven’t got it, but maybe I could borrow a little more from a friend. Twelve thousand would be the best I could manage.”
“For me, twelve thousand would be satisfactory, but I would have to ask my brother to help and he would have to be considered.”
“That’s up to you. You must make your own arrangements with him.”
Blackie shook his head sadly.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Jaffe. For twelve thousand I would be prepared to risk my business, but not for less. My brother would want five thousand. Without him, it would be impossible to get you out of the country.”
“But with him, you could?”
Blackie hedged.
“It is something I would have to think about and discuss with my brother.”
Jaffe pretended to think for some moments, then he said, “I will pay your brother four thousand: a total of sixteen thousand and that’s final.”
“Seventeen thousand,” Blackie said, sure now that he would get it and wondering how much Charlie, his brother, would take.
Jaffe was deliberately bargaining for the next move in the haggle.
“Well, okay,” He said, with a gesture of defeat. “Seventeen thousand, but Nhan comes with me for free.”
This surprised Blackie.
“You want the girl?”
“Yeah. Is it a deal?”
Blackie hesitated.
“She could complicate things, Mr. Jaffe.”
“Is it a deal?”
Blackie shrugged.
“It’s a deal, but I can’t promise anything. For seventeen thousand American dollars I will do my best for you, but I can’t guarantee anything.”
“You won’t get the money until I reach Hong Kong,” Jaffe pointed out. “I haven’t got it here. So if you don’t get me out, you won’t get the money.”
Blackie had expected that.
“There will be some preliminary expenses. I shall need some money now. Frankly, I don’t intend to advance any money myself for such a risky proposition. Unless you can supply me with a thousand American dollars immediately to take care of incidental expenses and my brother’s air passage, then I very much regret I can’t consider helping you.”
“But if I gave you this sum,” Jaffe pointed out, “And you can’t find a way to get me out, I will be the loser.”
“That is to be regretted,” Blackie said, “but we should be realistic. If we can’t get you out, you won’t need the money -you won’t ever need any money. Have you thought of that?”
Jaffe moved uneasily. He had thought of that.
“I haven’t got a thousand American dollars, but I have got a couple of diamonds here. I bought them in Hong Kong some years ago. I was going to have them made up as a ring for a girl I once knew. They are worth at least a thousand.”
Blackie looked surprised.
“I would prefer cash.”
Jaffe took out the screw of paper and handed it to Blackie. “I haven’t got cash. You can sell these anywhere.”
Blackie turned on the dashboard light and leaning forward, he carefully undid the paper and examined the diamonds. He didn’t know a great deal about precious stones, but he could see these were good diamonds: whether or not they would be worth a thousand American dollars, only Charlie could tell him.
This was a tense moment for Jaffe. He could tell nothing from Blackie’s bland, fat face. Had he believed the story about the diamonds? He seemed to have. Was he going to accept them?
Blackie looked up.
“Very well, Mr. Jaffe. I will return now and I will send a cable to my brother. Nothing can be done until I have talked to him.”
“How long will that take?”
“I suggest we meet here at this time on Wednesday. By then I shall know if we can help you or not.”
“I’ll be here.”
Jaffe got out of the car.
“I’m relying on you,” he said and extended his hand through the open window.
“I will do my best,” Blackie said and shook hands.
He watched Jaffe disappear into the darkness, then he again leaned forward to the light to examine the diamonds, a thoughtful expression clouding his face.
2
During the past twelve hours there had been ceaseless activity in the search for the missing Jaffe.
While Jaffe was cycling to his rendezvous with Blackie Lee, a meeting was breaking up at Security Police Headquarters. Colonel On-dinh-Khuc and Inspector Ngoc-Linh sat on one side of the table and Lieutenant Harry Hambley of the U.S. Military Police on the other.
The meeting had lasted an hour and the three men were no nearer to finding Jaffe than they had been when they had sat down.
In a long, wordy speech, the Colonel had explained what steps had been taken to find the missing American. Over five hundred troops were still combing the countryside. Six suspected Viet Minh sympathizers had been arrested and questioned, but without results. Notices had been printed offering a substantial reward for the return of the American. These had been nailed to trees at the known places where bandits often entered Vietnam. An offer of a large reward to anyone who had any kind of information concerning the kidnapping would appear in the press tomorrow.
Lieutenant Hambley had listened with undisguised impatience. This young man caused the Colonel slight uneasiness. He was a little disconcerted that the Lieutenant returned his stare with one as hard and as unflinching as his own.
Finally, the Colonel paused and Hambley took the opportunity to make a speech which disconcerted the Colonel still further.
“We don’t know for certain,” Hambley said, “that Jaffe has been kidnapped. It seems to me there is something mysterious and sinister going on. I’ll tell you why. We know Jaffe told Sam Wade he wanted to borrow his car to go to the airport with a girl, but the car was found miles from the airport and there was no girl, instead there was Jaffe’s house-boy, and he was dead. Jaffe had a.45 revolver. It’s missing; so is his passport. Before he disappeared, he drew all his money from the bank. Why did he do that? I wanted to talk to Haum’s girl-friend, but as soon as your people had talked to her, she gets killed by a mysterious hit-and-run driver. I wanted to talk to Dong Ham, the cook, but he’s completely disappeared. See what I mean? It’s all mysterious and sinister.”
The Colonel pushed back his chair. He said all these points raised by the Lieutenant would have his attention. Further inquiries would be made. A report would be submitted. The American Ambassador could rest assured that no stone would be left unturned to find Jaffe.
The Colonel then got to his feet, indicating the meeting was ended. After hesitating, Hambley shook hands. Ile said he hoped to hear from the Colonel by tomorrow and left.
Colonel Khuc looked at Inspector Ngoc-Linh with cold, angry eyes.
“You still have no idea whether the American has been kidnapped or is in hiding?” he asked.
“No, sir,” the Inspector admitted. “I am still trying to trace this girl who used to visit the American. She may be able to help us.”
“This Lieutenant is a trouble-maker,” the Colonel said. “Be careful how you deal with him. Now go and find this woman.
When the Inspector had gone, the Colonel rang for Lam-Than.
“Lieutenant Hambley will probably ask to visit Jaffe’s villa tomorrow for another look around. He is suspicious,” the Colonel said. “It is essential of course that he doesn’t come across the hole in the wall.”
Lam-Than permitted himself a smile.
“Three hours ago, sir,” he said, “the wall was repaired. It was done by my brother who is skilled in such matters, and can be trusted.”
The Colonel grunted.
“Ngoc-Linh hasn’t found the woman yet,” he said. “Have you any ideas how we can trace her?”
“If there is anyone who knows who she is it is the owner of the Paradise Club. He knows all the women who consort with Americans,” Lam-Than said. “We could arrest and question him.”
“The Inspector has already questioned him.”
Lam-Than’s eyes lit up viciously.
“If we had him here, no doubt we could persuade him to talk.”
The Colonel hesitated, then reluctantly shook his head.
“This man is well known to the Americans. It would be dangerous to arrest him - yet. We must be careful. If we have to, then we will do so, but we’ll see if Ngoc-Linh can find her first.” He stroked his flat nose. “Are you sure the American can’t slip out of the country?”
“Every exit is being watched,” Lam-Than said.
The Colonel rubbed his bald head.
“He is armed.”
“Our men have been warned. He will be shot at sight.”
“But if the diamonds are found on him?”
Lam-Than smiled.
“I will recover them,” he said.
Chapter Nine
1
Tint following morning Nhan caught the nine o’clock bus to Thudaumot. She had with her a basket containing a number of American magazines, three paper-back novels and the morning’s newspapers. These were carefully concealed under some groceries and vegetables she had bought before catching the bus.
She had passed a worrying night. Carried away by Steve’s plans,
it was not until she was in bed and sufficiently relaxed to think seriously of her future with him that she began to realize the difficulties. The thing that worried her most was what would become of her mother, her uncle and her three brothers if she went to Hong Kong with Steve. They completely relied on her to provide the family income. She would have to talk to Steve about this. Unless he had some practical suggestion, she didn’t see how she could leave them.
At least she had lost some of her terror. She had read the newspapers. The police seemed convinced that Steve had been kidnapped. There was no mention of the diamonds. She couldn’t understand how Haum had been found in the ditch, but this she thought was very good for Steve. There was no question now of the police thinking he had killed Haum. She wondered about Steve’s meeting with Blackie Lee. There were so many things to discuss with Steve. She was so impatient to be with him again!
Jaffe was also impatient to see her. He had been pacing the tiny room and continually looking at his watch. When he heard the bus coming, he went to the window and watched as it pulled up outside the lacquer factory.
There were very few people on the bus. He saw Nhan get off. She was wearing an electric-blue tunic over her white trousers, and no hat. The sight of her gave him a little jolt of sentiment.
When she came into the room, he held her close to him, gently touching her face with his lips while she relaxed against him, smiling, her eyes closed. She let him fondle her for some moments, then she reached up and kissed him.
“I have brought the papers,” she said.
They sat on the bed side by side, her head against his shoulder while he quickly scanned the badly set type.
It gave him an odd sinking feeling to see his name in print. The paper told him nothing he hadn’t already learned from Blackie the previous night. As he expected, there was no mention of the diamonds. A quick look at the other paper confirmed this.
But unlike Nhan, he wasn’t fooled by the police statement that he had been kidnapped by bandits and was probably dead. He was sure they were secretly searching for him, hoping to find him alive. They could not tell, of course, if he had been kidnapped or not, but he was quite sure that someone in authority knew about the diamonds and would continue to hunt for him until that someone had convincing proof he was dead and the diamonds out of reach.
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