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Authors: James Hadley Chase
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you remember that? It's a story they can't check."
She nodded. She was twisting a rag of a handkerchief in her fingers, and glancing at her, Jaffe thought despairingly: she will make a hopeless liar. No one will believe her.
"For God's sake, Nhan, don't let them trap you into telling them where I shall be hiding," he said roughly.
"I'll never tell anyone! Never!" She stiffened and spoke fiercely. "No one will ever make me tell!"
"And another thing; you mustn't tell anyone about the diamonds; not even your grandfather. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"You're sure your grandfather will help me?"
"He is wise and kind and he would never do anything to make me unhappy," she said proudly. "When I tell him we love each other, he will help you."
Jaffe thought irritably: if he's all that wise, he'll guess you're my mistress and he'll probably hate my guts and run to the police.
As if reading his thoughts, she said quietly, "It will be necessary to explain to him that shortly we are going to be married. When we arrive in Hong Kong, it is better for us to be married, don't you think, Steve?" This rather jarred Jaffe. He had never seriously thought of marriage after his first unhappy experience. He had been perfectly content to have Nhan as a mistress, but it had never occurred to him to marry her. Once he had sold the diamonds, he would be rich and he would be returning to America; a Vietnamese taxi dancer could be a hell of a hindrance in America, especially if she were his wife, but there was time to think about that: damn it! He wasn't in Hong Kong yet! He hadn't sold the diamonds yet!
But he realized it might be fatal to his plans if her grandfather wasn't told they were going to be married so he said lightly, "That's right, Nhan. You tell him that, but I want to explain to him personally the trouble I'm in. You just tell him I want shelter. I'll explain why. Do you understand?"
"Yes." She leaned against him, resting her small head on his shoulder. "I'm not so frightened now. Perhaps after all it will be all right."
She remained silent as if lost in a dream while Jaffe uneasy with his conscience, drove along the winding road where the rice fields, the odd thatched farmhouse on stilts and the occasional buffalo wallowing in swamp mud appeared and disappeared in the fast moving headlights of the Chrysler.
2
Four days previous to Jaffe's discovery of the diamonds, three peasants, dressed in their working black with grimy rags tied around their heads as protection against the sun, squatted in a semi-circle before a little brown man, wearing khaki shorts and shirt who sat on the stump of a tree and talked earnestly to them.
This man had come silently out of the forest and had entered the screened patch of ground where the young rice seedlings were sheltered from the wind. The three peasants who were working there had joined him immediately with a mixture of fear and excitement. They had seen him several times before. He was the leader of a guerrilla band of Viet Minh communists whose work was to spread alarm and despondency among the Vietnam farming community. Whenever he appeared, these three peasants, Ho Chi Minh sympathizers and indoctrined with a hatred for the Vietnam regime, knew he had a job for them.
The little brown man told them it had been decided to stage a demonstration of power as close to the Vietnam capital as possible. No undue risks were to be taken and as few lives as possible should be lost. This was a demonstration, not an operation, but it was necessary to shake the authorities in Saigon out of their complacency, and this could only be done if the demonstration was staged alarmingly close to the capital. The farm of the three peasants was situated in a rice field a half mile from the Saigon-Bien Hoa highway. The little brown man reminded them that they were conveniently placed to make an attack on the police post at the Bien Hoa — Thudaumot road junction.
This police post was to be
She nodded. She was twisting a rag of a handkerchief in her fingers, and glancing at her, Jaffe thought despairingly: she will make a hopeless liar. No one will believe her.
"For God's sake, Nhan, don't let them trap you into telling them where I shall be hiding," he said roughly.
"I'll never tell anyone! Never!" She stiffened and spoke fiercely. "No one will ever make me tell!"
"And another thing; you mustn't tell anyone about the diamonds; not even your grandfather. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"You're sure your grandfather will help me?"
"He is wise and kind and he would never do anything to make me unhappy," she said proudly. "When I tell him we love each other, he will help you."
Jaffe thought irritably: if he's all that wise, he'll guess you're my mistress and he'll probably hate my guts and run to the police.
As if reading his thoughts, she said quietly, "It will be necessary to explain to him that shortly we are going to be married. When we arrive in Hong Kong, it is better for us to be married, don't you think, Steve?" This rather jarred Jaffe. He had never seriously thought of marriage after his first unhappy experience. He had been perfectly content to have Nhan as a mistress, but it had never occurred to him to marry her. Once he had sold the diamonds, he would be rich and he would be returning to America; a Vietnamese taxi dancer could be a hell of a hindrance in America, especially if she were his wife, but there was time to think about that: damn it! He wasn't in Hong Kong yet! He hadn't sold the diamonds yet!
But he realized it might be fatal to his plans if her grandfather wasn't told they were going to be married so he said lightly, "That's right, Nhan. You tell him that, but I want to explain to him personally the trouble I'm in. You just tell him I want shelter. I'll explain why. Do you understand?"
"Yes." She leaned against him, resting her small head on his shoulder. "I'm not so frightened now. Perhaps after all it will be all right."
She remained silent as if lost in a dream while Jaffe uneasy with his conscience, drove along the winding road where the rice fields, the odd thatched farmhouse on stilts and the occasional buffalo wallowing in swamp mud appeared and disappeared in the fast moving headlights of the Chrysler.
2
Four days previous to Jaffe's discovery of the diamonds, three peasants, dressed in their working black with grimy rags tied around their heads as protection against the sun, squatted in a semi-circle before a little brown man, wearing khaki shorts and shirt who sat on the stump of a tree and talked earnestly to them.
This man had come silently out of the forest and had entered the screened patch of ground where the young rice seedlings were sheltered from the wind. The three peasants who were working there had joined him immediately with a mixture of fear and excitement. They had seen him several times before. He was the leader of a guerrilla band of Viet Minh communists whose work was to spread alarm and despondency among the Vietnam farming community. Whenever he appeared, these three peasants, Ho Chi Minh sympathizers and indoctrined with a hatred for the Vietnam regime, knew he had a job for them.
The little brown man told them it had been decided to stage a demonstration of power as close to the Vietnam capital as possible. No undue risks were to be taken and as few lives as possible should be lost. This was a demonstration, not an operation, but it was necessary to shake the authorities in Saigon out of their complacency, and this could only be done if the demonstration was staged alarmingly close to the capital. The farm of the three peasants was situated in a rice field a half mile from the Saigon-Bien Hoa highway. The little brown man reminded them that they were conveniently placed to make an attack on the police post at the Bien Hoa — Thudaumot road junction.
This police post was to be
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