The address turned out to be a building in the Katong Bahru Housing Estate, between Geylang and Tua Peh Roads. It was less than ten years old, part of Singapore Prime Minister Lee Kuan Yew’s extensive program to provide adequate housing for the island republic’s ever-increasing population. Constructed of bricks and hollow cement blocks, faced with granite and capped with a red-tile roof, it had forty-eight small, low-rent, self-contained units, each with its own private grillwork balcony.
Apartment 34, according to the mail slots in the vestibule, belonged to C. Rahman. The inner door was unlocked, and I thought as I climbed winding stone-and-cement steps to the third floor that Tina was lucky to be staying with a friend while she was in Singapore. The hotels in the Lion City, with the rise of tourism in recent years, had jacked up their prices proportionately and there was no longer any such thing as “inexpensive accommodations,” unless you were part of a package tour.
I found 34, at the rear, and rapped on the paneling. Footsteps sounded inside, a peephole in the door opened, and a gray eye looked out at me. I smiled at it. It went away and the door swung inward.
“Hello, Tina Kellogg,” I said.
There was a mixture of relief and shyness in her smile, and something else, too, a kind of nervous agitation that I couldn’t quite interpret. “Oh, Dan, I’m so glad you’re all right.”
“Sure, I’m just fine.”
“Please come in.”
She stepped aside and I went into a tiny sitting room with a brightly designed linoleum floor, a blue-and-white ersatz leather settee with matching chair, a single vinyl-topped end table that had a polished Chinese wood sculpture on it, and a metal-legged half-table set into a wall niche. But it was clean and neat and smelled pleasantly of sandalwood perfume.
Tina closed the door. “Sit down anywhere, Dan.”
I took one end of the settee. She sat on the matching chair and tugged the hem of a short white-linen skirt down on her knees. In addition to the skirt she wore a tight green high-collared samfu blouse that did nice things for her youthfully rounded breasts and made her look a little more Sybaritic than she had the night before. I supposed it had been either the blue-lighting in the Old Cathay or my consumption of Anchor Beer that had given her that previous virginal look of innocence. The sexual quality, however, made her even more beautiful.
“Would you like something to drink?” she asked. “There’s whisky and soda in the kitchenette-or what passes for the kitchenette in this place. It’s really terribly small, and if Chana were here we’d be sure to bump into each other every time we turned around. But she’s visiting some relatives in Sarawak for the month, and so the arrangements are fine.”
“I don’t care for whisky and soda much,” I said. “Thanks anyway.”
She looked at me seriously with her large gray eyes. “Those two men last night… who were they, Dan?”
I shrugged. “Old enemies, maybe.”
“They didn’t hurt you?”
“No.”
“How did you get away from them?”
“I’m good at climbing fences.”
“I heard gunshots…”
“Yeah.”
She shivered. “I guess I shouldn’t have run away, but I was really very frightened. I just didn’t know what was happening.”
“You did the right thing.”
“Well, I began thinking after I got back here that I should have tried to help in some way.”
“There was nothing you could have done.”
“I suppose not. But I was… well, concerned for you.”
“I didn’t know I’d made that strong an impression.”
“Oh, you did,” she said. “I should have called you last night, but there’s no telephone here and I didn’t want to go out again. I was pretty shaken up. This morning I looked up your name in the directory and it wasn’t listed-but when I called Information they said you had a phone and gave me the number. Then, when I couldn’t reach you, I sent a boy around with that note…” She stopped speaking and bit at her lower lip for a moment, as if she were arranging in her mind what she was about to say next and was embarrassed by it. Finally, in a rush, “Oh damn, I’m a selfish person, Dan, it wasn’t just that I was concerned about you that I asked you to come here tonight, there’s another reason…”
I waited, and when she didn’t go on I said, “What would it be, this other reason?”
“Well… you said you were once a smuggler, and I thought… I mean, I told you about the series of articles I’m planning to do on this area and how I want to use them to get on with one of the U.S. magazines. But people are always doing travel pieces and you have to have some kind of different slant or fresh human interest topic to interest an editor these days…”
“So you thought you’d do one on smuggling.”
“Yes. It would be perfect, Dan! I mean, you said last night that it was an ugly, dirty business and you know what’s going on inside it from your past experiences and you could name names and quote figures and things. Maybe you could even introduce me to some of those men who are smuggling now, right here on Singapore, on some pretext or other, so that I could get some sort of firsthand impression…”
A pair of louvered doors stood open across the room, beyond which was the private balcony for this apartment. I got up and went there and looked out at the lights of Singapore silhouetted against a black tropical sky. I could feel Tina’s eyes on my back, and after a time I turned and faced her again.
“Look, little girl,” I said, “most of the people I used to deal with would cut your heart out for a hundred Singapore dollars-and mine for nothing at all. Remember what happened last night; that’s the way these people play. I wouldn’t expose you to them, in any way, shape, or form-in the first place because I couldn’t guarantee your safety; and in the second place, Singapore is my home and I like it here and if I wanted to stay alive I’d have to move, fast and far, long before any article like the one you suggest came out in print.”
“But I wouldn’t use your name.”
“You wouldn’t have to.”
“Dan, if this article sells it could mean a lot of money-and half of it would be yours.”
“I had a lot of money once,” I told her. “It doesn’t mean much to me any more.”
She spread her hands in an exasperated way. “Won’t you at least give me the name of someone I can interview on my own?”
“No. And I’ve already told you why.”
“Dan, I can take care of myself.”
“Sure you can.”
“Then won’t you-?”
“No, I won’t. Look, forget about it, will you? That’s the best thing you can do. Just forget about it.”
“But I can’t!” She took a deep breath, and her eyes lidded slightly and she drew her shoulders back, so that her breasts arched in sharp relief against the samfu blouse. Oh Christ, I thought. She came toward me in a loose, sensual walk. “Dan, an article like this could mean a great deal to me, to my career. I… I’d be willing to do anything for the kind of help I need…”
I stepped away from her. “You can turn off the sex, little girl. I don’t want your fair young body, at least not for something I can’t and won’t deliver in exchange. I’ll tell you again, flat out, in plain English: I won’t help you write an article on smuggling on Singapore or anywhere else in Southeast Asia, and if you try it on your own, a little girl like you, the jackals will very probably pick you apart and fight over one another doing it. Take my advice, Tina: write something nice and innocuous on Singapore as the Pearl of the South China Sea, and then go home where you belong.”
She stared at me for a long moment, her small jaw trembling, her gray eyes flashing with emotion, and then she turned and fled the room through a doorway beyond the settee. I stood by the louvered doors, and I could hear her in the bedroom. I wanted to get out of there. There was no point in staying, no point in facing her again. I had said what had to be said, and it was up to her from here on in; nothing else I could do or say would matter much.