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one to talk to George. He took it better than I thought he would, so much so that his reaction surprised me a little. “So that’s it, then,” he said. He sounded almost relieved. I didn’t figure it was the money, which would probably stay tied up for a period of time just in case the silver box showed up again. Maybe, as Rob had already pointed out to me, George knew this wish of his wife’s was a bit strange, even if he felt duty-bound to support it, and was glad to have it out of the way. “You were there when it was stolen?”
    “Yes. It was an unbelievably bold heist. There were several of us there, but the thief was fast, and he had a car waiting right outside for him. No license plates on the car, either. Somebody really wanted that box very badly.”
    “I expect someone really did,” George replied. “And now you should come home.”
    I told George I was off to Taiwan as soon as I could get a flight, and this adventure, such as it was, was over. However, I tried to change my booking for Taiwan and couldn’t. I could have managed it for the following day, but that was devoted to a command performance at the auction house, this time to view the videotapes in the presence of three policemen. When I got there, Burton was on his mobile, also trying to book an earlier flight home. At least that was what I thought he was doing. He was speaking Chinese, and he said that was what he was attempting. I saw no reason to doubt him. That would come later.
    Unfortunately, our arrival also coincided with a quiet but public dressing-down of the young auction house employee who had proven himself hopelessly inept as a custodian of the merchandise. The young man stood, head bowed, his back to us, and hands behind his back, one hand clasping a delicate wrist. Another man was speaking quietly, but there was no mistaking the tone. At the end of it, the boy let out a howl, took off his Cherished Treasures House jacket, threw it on the ground, and ran out of the place. It seemed pretty clear he’d been sacked.
    “I believe everyone is here. We are ready to begin,” the person who looked to be in charge, someone by the name of Chen Maohong, said. His English was very good.
    “No, I think we’re still missing one person,” I said.
    “Everyone is here,” Chen said in a firm tone. I looked at Xie who very subtly shook his head. “We will now review the videotape.”
    The videotape showed someone walk in, hesitate for only a moment, proceed directly to the silver box, grab it, and leave in haste. The cameras also showed the rest of us: David moving very fast, followed by the man in black, and Burton and I standing stock still in amazement for a few seconds before hurtling after them. Dr. Xie had followed at a much slower pace. What the videotape didn’t reveal was the thief’s face, which he kept averted from the cameras, thus proving that he knew exactly where they were.
    There was no question that it was the T’ang silver box, and only the silver box, that the thief wanted. Now, it’s possible it was the easiest to grab, in terms of size and the fact that it was just sitting all by itself on a pedestal, but I didn’t think so. I had more than one reason for thinking that, not only the actions of the thief, but also because even though I couldn’t see his face, I had become almost certain it was the young man who had seemed to be ready to bid on the silver box when it was up for auction at Molesworth & Cox in New York, the man I’d come to think of as Mr. Knockoff. I mentioned this aloud.
    “You remember him, Burton,” I said.
    “I don’t believe I do,” he replied.
    “He was at the preview the same time you and I were,” I said. “Fake Hugo Boss suit. This time it was fake Armani. And he was definitely planning to bid that night. He was standing off to one side looking bored until Cox announced that the silver box had been withdrawn from the sale. He slapped his paddle against the wall, as good an indication