etending to be waiting passengers。 Once the car was safely past they took to their heels。 Dawn was streaking the sky； the rain lessening。
The phone jangled and Armstrong came out of sleep heavily。 In the half…darkness he groped for the receiver and picked it up。 His wife stirred uneasily and awoke。
〃Divisional Sergeant Major Tang…po； sir； sorry to wake you； sir； but we've found John Chen。 The Were… 〃
Armstrong was instantly awake。 〃Alive？〃
〃Dew neh loh moh no sir； his body was found near Sha Tin at a bus stop； a bus shelter； sir； and those fornicating Werewolves've left a note on his chest； sir： 'This Number One Son Chen had the stupidity to try to escape us。 No one can escape the Werewolves！ Let all Hong Kong beware。 Our eyes are everywhere！' He w… 〃
Armstrong listened； appalled； while the excited man told how police at Sha Tin had been summoned by an early…morning bus passenger。 At once they had cordoned off the area and phoned CID Kowloon。 〃What should we do； sir？〃
〃Send a car for me at once。〃
Armstrong hung up and rubbed the tiredness out of his eyes。 He wore a sarong and it looked well on his muscular body。
〃Trouble？〃 Mary stifled a yawn and stretched。 She was just forty； two years younger than he； brown…haired； taut； her face friendly though lined。
He told her； watching her。
〃Oh。〃 The color had left her face； 〃How terrible。 Oh； how terrible。 Poor John！〃
〃I'll make the tea；〃 Armstrong said。
〃No； no I'll do that。〃 She got out of bed； her body firm。 〃Will you have time？〃
〃Just a cuppa。 Listen to the rain 。。。 about bloody time！〃 Thoughtfully Armstrong went off to the bathroom and shaved and dressed quickly as only a policeman or doctor can。 Two gulps of the hot sweet tea and just before the toast the doorbell rang。 〃I'll call you later。 How about curry tonight？ We can go to Singh's。〃
〃Yes；〃 she said。 〃Yes； if you'd like。〃
The door closed behind him。
Mary Armstrong stared at the door。 Tomorrow is our fifteenth anniversary； she thought。 I wonder if he'll remember。 Probably not。 In fourteen times； he's been out on a case eight； once I was in hospital and the rest 。。。 the rest； were all right； I suppose。
She went to the window and pulled the curtains back。 Torrents of rain streaked the windows in the half…light； but now it was cool and pleasant。 The apartment had two bedrooms and it was their furniture though the apartment belonged to the government and went with the job。
Christ； what a job！
Rotten for a policeman's wife。 You spend your life waiting for him to e home； waiting for some rotten villain to knife him； or shoot him or hurt him … most nights you sleep alone or you're being woken up at all rotten hours with some more rotten disasters and off he goes again。 Overworked and underpaid。 Or you go to the Police Club and sit around with other wives while the men get smashed and you swap lies with the wives and drink too many pink gins。 At least they have children。
Children！ Oh God 。。。 I wish we had children。
But then； most of the wives plain about how tired they are； how exhausting children are； and about amahs and school and the expense 。。。 and everything。 What the hell does this life mean？ What a rotten waste！ What a perfectly rotten …
The phone rang。 〃Shut up！〃 she shrieked at it； then laughed nervously。 〃Mary Mary quite contrary where did your temper go？〃 she chided herself and picked the phone up。 〃Hello？〃
〃Mary； Brian Kwok； sorry to wake you but is Rob… 〃
〃Oh hello； dear。 No； sorry； he's just left。 Something about the Werewolves。〃
〃Yes； I just heard； that's what I was calling about。 He's gone to Sha Tin？〃
〃Yes。 Are you going too？〃
〃No。 I'm with the Old Man。〃
〃Poor you。〃 She heard him laugh。 They chatted for a moment then he rang off。
She sighed and poured herself another cup of tea； added milk and sugar and thought about John Chen。 Once upon a time she had been madly in love with him。 They had been lovers for more than two years and he had been her first。 This was in the Japanese Internment Camp in Stanley Prison on the south part of the island。
In 1940 she had passed the Civil Service exam in England with honors and after a few months had been sent out to Hong Kong； around the Cape。 She had arrived late in '41； just nineteen； and just in time to be interned with all European civilians； there to stay until 1945。
I was twenty…two when I got out and the last two years； we were lovers； John and I。 Poor John； nagged constantly by his rotten father； and his sick mother； with no way to escape them and almost no privacy in the camp； cooped up with families； children； babes； husbands； wives； hatred hunger envy and little laughter all those years。 Loving him made the camp bearable。 。。。
I don't want to think about those rotten times。
Or the rotten time after the camp when he married his father's choice； a rotten little harpy but someone with money and influence and Hong Kong family connections。 I had none。 I should have gone home but I didn't want home … what was there to go home to？ So I stayed and worked in the Colonial Office and had a good time； good enough。 And then I met Robert。
Ah； Robert。 You were a good man and good to me and we had fun and I was a good wife to you； still try to be。 But I can't have children and you 。。。 we both want children and one day a few years ago； you found out about John Chen。 You never asked me about him but I know you know and ever since then you've hated him。 It all happened long before I met you and you knew about the camp but not about my lover。 Remember how before we got married I said； Do you want to know about the past； my darling？ And you said； No； old girl。
You used to call me old girl all the time。 Now you don't call me anything。 Just Mary sometimes。
Poor Robert！ How I must have disappointed you！
Poor John！ How you disappointed me； once upon a time so fine； now so very dead。
I wish I was dead too。
She began to cry。
40
7：15 A。M。：
〃It's going to continue to rain； Alexi；〃 Dunross said； the track already sodden； heavy overcast and the day gloomy。
〃I agree； tai…pan。 If it rains even part of tomorrow too； the going will be foul on Saturday。〃
〃Jacques？ What do you think？〃
〃I agree；〃 deVille said。 〃Thank God for the rain but merde it would be a pity if the races were canceled。〃
Dunross nodded。
They were standing on the grass near the winner's circle at the Happy Valley Racecourse； the three men dressed in raincoats and hats。 There was a bad weal across Dunross's face； and bruises； but his eyes were steady and clear and he stood with his easy confidence； watching the cloud cover； the rain still falling but not as strongly as in the night； other trainers and owners and bystanders scattered about the paddock and stands； equally pensive。 A few horses were exercising； among them Noble Star； Buccaneer Lass with a stable jockey up and Gornt's Pilot Fish。 All of the horses were being exercised gingerly with very tight reins： the track and the approach to the track were very slippery。 But Pilot Fish was prancing； enjoying the rain。
〃This morning's weather report said the storm was huge。〃 Travkin's sloe eyes were red…rimmed with tiredness and he watched Dunross。 〃If the rain stops tomorrow； the going'll still be soft on Saturday。〃
〃Does that help or hurt Noble Star's chances； Alexi？〃 Jacques asked。
〃As God wills； Jacques。 She's never run in the wet。〃 It was hard for Travkin to concentrate。 Last evening the phone had rung and it was the KGB stranger again and the man had rudely cut through his questions of why he had vanished so suddenly。 〃It's not your privilege to question； Prince Kurgan。 Just tell me everything you know about Dunross。 Now。 Everything。 His habits； rumors about him； everything。〃
Travkin had obeyed。 He knew that he was in a vise； knew that the stranger who must be KGB would be taping what he said to check the truth of what he related； the slightest variation of the truth perhaps a death knell for his wife or son or his son's wife or son's children … if they truly existed。
Do they？ he asked himself again； agonized。
〃What's the matter； Alexi？〃
〃Nothing； tai…pan；〃 Travkin replied； feeling unclean。 〃I was thinking of what you wen