"I don't think I like him, too haughty though his uniform makes him very glamorous and accentuates his manhood--which tight breeches are of course supposed to do, just as we dress to show our breasts and waists and ankles. Another letter arrived last evening from Settry Pallidar, the second, more condolences etc.
"I think I hate both of them. Every time I think of them I'm reminded of that hell called Kanagawa and that they did not do their duty and protect me. Phillip Tyrer is still in the Yedo Legation but Jamie said he had heard Phillip was supposed to be coming back tomorrow or the day after. That's very good because when he does I have a plan th--"' The dull echoing roar of a cannon made her jump and pulled her attention to the harbor. It was the signal gun. Far out to sea another cannon answered. She looked beyond the fleet to the horizon and saw the telltale smoke from the funnel of the arriving mail ship.
Jamie McFay, a briefcase heavy with mail under his arm, guided a stranger up main staircase of the Struan Building, sunlight flooding through tall and elegant windows of glass. Both wore woolen frock coats and top hats though the day was warm. The stranger carried a small case. He was squat, bearded, ugly and in his fifties, a head shorter than Jamie though wider in the shoulders, an unruly thatch of long grey hair sprouting from under his hat. They went down the corridor.
McFay knocked gently. "Tai-pan?"
"Come in, Jamie, door's open." Struan gaped at the man, then said at once: "Is Mother aboard, Dr. Hoag?"
"No, Malcolm." Dr. Ronald Hoag saw the immediate relief and it saddened him though he could understand it. Tess Struan had been vehement in her condemnation of the "foreign baggage" she was sure had her hooks into her son. Hiding his concern at Malcolm's loss of weight and pallor, he put his top hat beside his bag on the bureau. "She asked me to see you," he said, his voice deep and kindly, "to find out if I could do anything for you and to escort you home --if you need escorting." For almost fifteen years he had been the Struan family doctor in Hong Kong and had delivered the last four of Malcolm's brothers and sisters. "How are you?"
"I'm... Dr. Babcott has been looking after me. I'm, I'm all right. Thanks for coming, I'm pleased to see you."
"I'm pleased to be here too, George Babcott is a fine doctor, none better."
Hoag smiled, his small topaz eyes set in a creased and leathery face, and continued breezily, "Filthy voyage, the tail of the typhoon caught us and we almost foundered once, spent my time patching up sailors and the few passengers--broken limbs mostly. Lost two overboard, one a Chinese, a steerage passenger, the other some sort of foreigner, we never did find out who he was. The Captain said the man just paid his fare in Hong Kong, mumbled a name. Spent most of the time in his cabin, then came on deck once and, poof, a wave caught him.
Malcolm, you look better than I expected after all the rumors that flooded the Colony."
Jamie said, "I'd best leave you two together." He put a pile of letters on the bedside table. "Here's your personal mail, I'll bring your books and newspapers later."
"Thanks." Malcolm watched him. "Anything important?"
"Two from your mother. They're on top."
Dr. Hoag reached into his voluminous pockets and brought out a crumpled envelope.
"Here's another from her, Malcolm, later than the others. Best read it then I'll have a look at you, if I may. Jamie, don't forget about Babcott."
Jamie had already told him that Babcott was in Kanagawa for a clinic this morning and that he would send the cutter for him the moment they had seen Malcolm. "See you later, Tai-pan."
"No, best wait a moment, Jamie."
Struan opened the letter Hoag had given him and began to read.
When Jamie had reached the main deck of the mail ship, Dr. Hoag had met him, told him that he had all Struan mail ready so they could leave at once, and in answer to his immediate question, and relief: "No, Jamie, Mrs.Struan's not aboard but here, here's a letter from her."
It read simply: Jamie, do whatever Dr. Hoag asks and send me detailed, confidential reports by every mail.
"You know what it says, Doc?"' "Yes, hardly necessary but then you know the lady."
"How is she?"' Hoag thought a moment. "As usuaclass="underline" imperturbable outwardly, inwardly a volcano.
One day it has to explode--no one can keep such sadness contained, so many tragedies, no one.
Even her." He had followed Jamie down the gangway, eyes everywhere. "Must say I'm pleased to have the chance to visit Japan--you're looking very fit, Jamie. This posting certainly agrees with you. Let's see, it's almost a year, isn't it, since your last leave? Now tell me everything, first about the murderous attack... then about Miss Richaud."
By the time they reached shore, Dr. Hoag knew all that Jamie knew: "But, please," he added uneasily, "please don't mention to Malcolm what I've told you about Angelique. She's a wonderful person, she's had a terrible time too, I really don't think they've bedded, the secret betrothal is hearsay but he's smitten--not that I blame him, or anyone in Asia for that matter. I hate the idea of sending Mrs. Struan secret reports, for obvious reasons. Anyway, I've written one, a watered-down version, and it's ready to go when this ship turns around. My loyalties must be to Malcolm first and foremost, he's tai-pan."
Now watching Malcolm Struan lying there, reading the letter Hoag had given him, seeing the wan face and listless body, he began to wonder. And to pray.
Struan looked up. His eyes narrowed.
"Yes Jamie?"
"You wanted me to do something?"
After a pause Malcolm said, "Yes.
Leave a message at the French Legation--Angelique's there, she said she was going to wait for her mail--say an old friend has arrived from Hong Kong that I'd like her to meet."
McFay nodded and smiled. "Done. Send for me when you want anything." He left them.
Uneasily Struan watched the door.
Jamie's face had been too open. Trying to regain his calm he went back to the letter: Malcolm, my poor dear son, Just a short note in haste as Ronald Hoag leaves at once for the mail ship I held up so he could catch it, and you can have the best care. I was aghast to hear about those swine and that they had attacked you.
Jamie reports that this Dr. Babcott has had to operate--please write by any express mail you can and come home quickly so we can care for you properly. I send my love and prayers, as do Emma, Rose and Duncan. P.s. I love you.
He looked up. "So?"
"So? Tell me the truth, Malcolm. How are you?"
"I feel dreadful and I'm afraid I'm going to die."
Hoag sat in the armchair and steepled his fingers. "The first is understandable, the second not necessarily accurate though very easy, very very easy and very very dangerous to believe. Chinese can "makee die," can think themselves into death even though healthy--I've seen it happen."
"Christ, I don't want to die, I have everything to live for. I want to live and get well so much I can't tell you. But every night and every day at some time the thought hits me... it hits like a physical blow."
"What medicine are you taking?"
"Just some stuff--laudanum's in it--to help me sleep. The pain's rotten and I'm so uncomfortable."
"Every night?"
"Yes." Struan added, half apologetically, "He wants me to stop taking it, says I've... I should stop."
"Have you tried?"
"Yes."
"But haven't stopped?"
"No, not yet. My, my will seems to forsake me."
"That's one of its problems--however valuable and beautiful it is." He smiled. "Laudanum was the name first given by Paracelsus to this panacea.