An Awkward Way to Die

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by Will Thomas


  “Why do you ask?” Ho asked me, glancing at my employer.

  “In order to find out,” Barker replied.

  “Is your ward involved?”

  I looked back and forth at the two men, trying to read their faces. Bok Fu Ying was Barker’s ward, a girl about my own age who had actually been given to the Guv by the Empress Dowager of China to look after his Pekingese, Harm, whom the empress had bred. The year before, Fu Ying had been wed to Mr. K’ing, for good or ill. I was not sure of all the particulars, but I heard later that Ho had hoped to marry her himself, though he was twice her age. At any rate, a cooling between him and her new husband was inevitable. Some of it splashed on Barker, but then there was always a certain amount of intrigue in Limehouse.

  “I don’t know yet.”

  “But you suspect.”

  Barker shrugged his wide shoulders, then winced. I suspected it was his ribs.

  The food arrived and we ate. There was a table full of small dishes. Ho ate with us, but both he and my employer looked dissatisfied. They switched to Cantonese for a few minutes for privacy’s sake. I ignored the slight and ate noodles flavored with prawns.

  “I understand,” Ho finally said, returning to English, “that the entire embassy was to be invited to Inn of Double Happiness, but Toda’s death postponed that.”

  “Had they met? Mr. K’ing and Ambassador Toda, I mean?”

  “Not to my knowledge. They were to meet for the first time when the meeting was to occur.”

  “How was the offer made? By messenger? Who made the first overture?”

  “I have not heard so far. I can ask for you.”

  Barker shook his head. “There is no need. I’ll find out for myself.”

  “You will visit Fu Ying?”

  “I have neglected her lately.”

  It was true, and not merely lately. Fu Ying was a young woman taken from everything she had known and forced to adopt a foreign country by her owner. She had problems adjusting, even though she tried especially hard to please him. She was also a source of interest among the Asian community, which was nearly all male. I heard she received several proposals of marriage from rough sailors, wealthy merchants, slumming aristocrats, and powerful mandarins. I even considered something in the line of a proposal myself, once. Fortunately, God doesn’t permit every harebrained scheme we envision. At any rate, Barker and the girl had stopped talking, and before we knew it, she and K’ing had eloped. As far as Barker was concerned, she had done it to spite him, jumping from pan to flame, thumbing her nose all the while.

  “Yes, you have,” Ho said. No one else I knew could get away with such a remark. I’d have been kicked into a nearby dustbin. “And if she chose an unsuitable husband, whose fault is that? A girl has no business choosing a husband for herself. She lacks discernment, wisdom, caution. She could have married this one, and then look what a son-in-law you would have!”

  I ignored the jibe at my expense, and bit into a spring roll. I had heard this conversation several times before.

  “She was a slave and an orphan,” Barker replied. “I gave her a home and trained her as best I could to face a cold and cruel world. She chose her partner and there is an end to it.”

  “She married too young.”

  “He is the most successful man in Limehouse,” Barker pointed out.

  “He is a drug addict.”

  “He was held against his will a couple of years ago. Perhaps she can wean him from the poppy.”

  “K’ing has lost some of his money and prestige. He takes risks.”

  “Often he is successful.”

  A servant brought Ho’s pipe to him, a metal contraption like a watering can. He filled it with tobacco and lit it and sucked the smoke through a small reservoir of water.

  “It will all fall on your head one day,” he said in a high, rough voice, before spitting out the smoke. “You mark my words. It will end badly.”

  “That is her affair, not mine,” Barker said. “If it happens, we shall be there to help her, the three of us.”

  Ho rose, spitting Cantonese under his breath before quitting the dining room for the safety of his office.

  “What did he say?” I asked.

  “He compared the sense of two guailos to that of a mayfly during its one-day life span.”

  “Not a complimentary remark, then.”

  “Decidedly not.”

  “He’s still bitter over her marriage.”

  “I didn’t promise her to him, no matter what Ho thinks. I didn’t promise her to anyone. It was her own decision whom to marry. She did not solicit my opinion.”

  “Would you have consented?” I asked.

  “I would have warned her that K’ing is a complex individual. He is not bound by Western concepts of right and wrong, nor by the Eastern beliefs he left behind when he came to this country.”

  “What is his background?”

  “No one knows save himself, as far as I can tell. K’ing is obviously an assumed name. I know not what his real name is nor where he is from. He started as a sailor for the Blue Funnel Line, and formed the Blue Dragon Triad, an offshoot of the Heaven and Earth Society. He had natural abilities and a desire to learn. He would have gone far. He still might if he can overcome his opium addiction. But one hears rumors.”

  “Rumors, sir?”

  “Aye. He’ll disappear for days at a time, but the reasons are often legitimate. He has a staff of employees willing to help him or lie for him. He doesn’t make use of his own opium den ever, which is below his casino in Limehouse, but the rumor is that he frequents out-of-the-way dens on waterfronts all over the empire, and never the same one twice.”

  “What does he tell his wife?”

  “He claims he has overcome the effects of his incarceration years ago by my old enemy, Sebastian Nightwine, but then, that is what one would expect a confirmed opium eater to say.”

  He stood and nodded toward the stairwell leading toward the tunnel. I looked about and noticed no fewer than three waiters nearby, wiping tables or arranging flowers. Silk flowers don’t require arranging. I rose to my feet and casually followed the Guv from the room. More than once we had relied upon information gathered here, but I didn’t care for supplying it myself.

  We did not speak in the tunnel. Our voices carried too well there. I reached up and knocked on the ceiling overhead with a knuckle. The dull thump of the river above reverberated through the chamber. At the other end we climbed the stone stair and left through the door. Then, and only then, did we speak.

  “Can you think of any reason why K’ing would want the new Japanese ambassador killed?” I asked.

  “As we said earlier, there is no love lost between China and Japan.”

  “But K’ing is not a typical Chinaman.”

  “True. For example, he invited the ambassador to his establishment.”

  “Yes, but he could have invited him in order to kill him.”

  “Perhaps. We haven’t all the facts. We have precious few, to be honest, which is normal for this stage in the case.”

  “But any handle will do,” I said, as we walked along a wicked-looking street named Ropemaker’s Fields.

  It was a phrase he used often in our antagonistics class. He’d seize a collar, an elbow, even a foot, and use it to take a man to the ground until he was helpless. What it basically meant was not to look or hope for something to come along. Use what you have at hand this very moment.

  “Aye,” he murmured.

  “So, what do we do now? What handle have we got?”

  “There was a person in the room with Ambassador Toda.”

  “How do you know that?”

  “I saw them from across the street. They emerged from the chimney.”

  I stopped and stared at him. “You saw someone on the roof? Why didn’t you say something to Scotland Yard?”

  “Scotland Yard didn’t ask. The Foreign Office and Special Branch asked, but not very politely. I was under no obligation to tell
them, and their methods merely made me want to spit in their collective eye.”

  “So, was it someone dressed as a chimney sweep?”

  “No, someone dressed as a burglar. Garbed in black, and heavily masked.”

  “How do you know he was in the room the ambassador used? He must have emerged from a common chimney.”

  “A man is murdered, and someone appears on the roof dressed in black. It is not difficult to make a connection.”

  “This burglar, which way did he go?”

  “To the north end of the building, where I assume some sort of corbel or drainpipe led to the ground.”

  “He got away, and you got the blame. He could be anywhere right now. If only we knew who it was.”

  We turned into Three Colt Lane, where Barker had purchased a property for his ward, Bok Fu Ying.

  “I know who it is, lad. I knew then. Our presumed assassin is a woman.”

  Raising his stick, he rapped on her door.

  About the Author

  Author photo by Justin Greiman

  WILL THOMAS is the author of the award-winning Cyrus Barker and Thomas Llewelyn series, including Fatal Enquiry, Anatomy of Evil, Hell Bay, and the forthcoming Old Scores. He lives with his family in Oklahoma.

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  Also by Will Thomas

  Some Danger Involved

  To Kingdom Come

  The Limehouse Text

  The Hellfire Conspiracy

  The Black Hand

  Fatal Enquiry

  Anatomy of Evil

  Hell Bay

  Old Scores

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Notice

  Begin Reading

  A Preview of Old Scores

  About the Author

  Also by Will Thomas

  Copyright Page

  This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  AN AWKWARD WAY TO DIE. Copyright © 2017 by Will Thomas. All rights reserved. For information, address St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.

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  First Edition: August 2017

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