This unwarranted interference with legitimate trade, this unconscionable imputation of blame on all China traders--renowned for their fair-mindedness, their intrepid Empire-building capabilities, their loyalty to Her Majesty, God Bless Her, and of putting the Mother Country before profit--must be protested in the strongest terms.
The Editors would like to ask the Admiraclass="underline" who provides the taxes to pay for the greatest navy the world has ever seen (of which he is undoubtedly an admirable member though clearly misinformed on vital matters of interest to the Crown) without which our Empire ceases: Only and always hard working traders and their trade...
"Ketterer's a bloody fool," Struan said. "Norbert's right in that. Perhaps now Sir William will see the light and ask for a replacement at once. We've got to deal with the Jappos here ourselves and Ketterer won't move without crossing the t's and dotting the i's."
"We certainly needs a bugger with balls,"
Lunkchurch said. "Ketterer's a damp fart."
One of the other men said, "Hey, Charlie, he smashed the pirates when he'd the order, he'll do the same here. Wot's an extra few months, eh? Tai-pan," he asked anxiously, "can we know how Miss Angel is?"
"She's fine, she's fine now."
"Thank God for that!"
News that she had taken to her bed had flashed around the Settlement yesterday and when it was learned she had refused to see Babcott, Hoag or even the tai-pan concern escalated: "Christ, it's the Frog cooking, she's poisoned...
No, she's caught their plague... Frogs don't have plagues for God's sake, just lice... We all got lice... I heard it was cholera...."
Universal relief permeated Yokohama at noon today when Minister Seratard had put out an official bulletin that she was in perfect health, merely suffering from a temporary indisposition-- quickly whispered it was just her period.
"My fiancee's fine," Malcolm said again. Proudly.
"That's a relief," Lunkchurch said. "You hear Witch's leaving on tonight's tide?"
Malcolm glanced out to sea, much of his disquiet returning. Last night when he had first heard of the ship's arrival he had been filled with a nauseating, sudden panic that Tyler Brock or Morgan Brock were aboard. It was only when Jamie reassured him they were not that he could think clearly.
Why the hell does Tyler Brock terrify me, even now? he asked himself again. I can understand it when I was small but now Tyler's not much taller than me, though ugly as ever, rough-visaged and foulmouthed, with his big belly and his one eye always bloodshot. What does that matter? There are many men in Hong Kong like him, many uglier. Many such enemies. But they don't frighten me. He's always been our enemy and we've contained him every time--Dirk did, my father did, Mother did, has and I must but... Christ Almighty I hate that bugger for all the grief he's caused Mother and the family.
He took a deep breath and concentrated on Ocean Witch. "She's not due out for two days."
"That's the rumor."
"But why? Why so fast a turnaround?"
"Don't know, but that's the poop."
"We'll soon find out. 'Day!" Malcolm cast off his foreboding and continued across the road.
Ahead was the Struan Building where he was heading and beyond that the spire of Holy Trinity. He had been to the early service this morning and had prayed for Angelique and for strength and afterwards had felt better. But God curse all Brocks forever, let me kill Norbert quickly an-- "Tai-pan!"
Startled from his revery he looked up around.
Phillip Tyrer was hurrying from the British Legation. "Sorry but we all just wanted to know how Miss Angelique was?"
"Fine, she's fine," Malcolm said. Now, behind Tyrer, he saw Sir William peering at him out of one of the ground floor windows.
He waved a stick and gave an awkward thumbs-up and saw the Minister wave back. Just before Sir William retreated into the room he caught a glimpse of another man beside him.
"Oh, that your tame samurai, Nakama?"
"Who? Oh yes, yes it was. Is she really all right?"
"Everything with her was very good, thank you."
"Thank God for that, we were all worried to death!" Phillip Tyrer beamed down at him, a picture of health, ruddy, strong, taller than Struan but only because now he walked, and stood, hunched over. "You're looking much better yourself."
"Wish that were true, Phillip." Abruptly Malcolm's envy prompted him to say sharply, "I hear Nakama's been giving you all sorts of information, you and Sir William?"
Tyrer's smile faded. "Yes, I suppose he has."
"The arrangement was that you were to keep Jamie and me informed. Everything. Eh?"
"Well, yes, yes it was. But Sir William... he's trying to find out the politics of Japan an--"
"Politics of a country and business are like a pair of gloves, Phillip. Perhaps you'd drop by tomorrow, before tiffin? I'd appreciate knowing what's new." He forced a smile. "Please give my best to Sir William, see you tomorrow."
He limped down the street, angry at himself for being so caustic, sick to death of walking like this, then climbed the stairs of the Struan Building heading for his suite. His back and stomach ached alarmingly. No more than usual, he thought irritably, and that's no cause to snap at Phillip. He was just trying to be pleasant.
Never mind, a little of Ah Tok's elixir and I'll be fine again. I'll ask Phillip to dinner an-- "Tai-pan!"
"Oh hello, Jamie." Malcolm stopped halfway up the staircase. "Did you hear Ocean Witch is leaving early? Perhaps on this evening's tide?"
"Ah! I was just going to tell you. Heard the rumor, tried to get it confirmed by Norbert but he's busy at the moment--how's Angelique?"
"Fine," Malcolm said absently, "We'd better be ready with our mails in case the Witch sails early."
"I'll be all set. I'll collect yours as soon as I hear if it's true." Jamie frowned, seeing how distracted Malcolm was.
"Send someone to Angelique, she has mail too." Her letter to his mother, written and rewritten until both were satisfied. It's a good letter, he thought.
"She was really all right, Tai-pan?"
"Gorgeous." Malcolm smiled, aches momentarily forgotten, the Witch forgotten. She had looked spectacular in bed, fresh though wan, happy and attentive and so pleased to see him. "She said by tomorrow evening she'll be fine, Jamie. Why don't we arrange a grand dinner, here, eh? Us, and say Dmitri, Babcott, Marlowe if he's free, and Pallidar, they're both good sorts though they fawn on her like puppies."
"What about Phillip and Sir William?"
"Phillip yes but not Sir William... no, best leave them both out. How about Count Zergeyev, he's always good for a laugh or two?"
"If you invite him you should really include all the Ministers--can't very well leave Sir William out then."
"You're right. Make it simple, them another night."
"I'll make the arrangements," Jamie said, glad that they were on friendly terms again. Together they walked into his suite. All damage from the fire had been repaired though there was still the slight smell of smoke. "What about Ketterer?"
"He has to guard our interests or he's out."
Malcolm sat at his desk, began to stack the mail he wanted to send. "Mother will have already seen the Governor and sorted him out."
"Yes."
Malcolm looked up sharply, hearing a strangeness under the voice. After a moment he said, "Curious how confident we are she'll do that, and not at all confident I can persuade her to approve my marriage."
"Don't quite know how to answer that, Tai-pan,"
McFay said sadly, "if it's a question."
Malcolm nodded slowly, seeing the strong, well-used face and strong tough body and wondered if he would be as strong when he was thirty-nine-- in nineteen years. "You got another letter from her?"
"Yes. 'fraid no good news at all from Ocean Witch."
"Oh? Sit down, Jamie. What did she say?"
"Sorry, but, well she reiterated her order I assist Dr. Hoag to see you back to Hong Kong at once, confirming I'm sacked at the end of the month."