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"Why—who’s this?" uttered Joyce.

"Here you are!" shouted Major Hockin. "One of you help me to pull up this pole."

In this way the work progressed. The ground was cleared in front of the woodmen. The old trunks were divested of their clothing of creepers, cacti, ferns, mosses, and bromelias. They were stripped naked to the bark, until such time as the bark itself was stripped from off them.

"You confess then that you are Joam Dacosta?"

Lady Linlithgow saw the jewels come back, one by one, ring added to ring on the little taper fingers, the rubies for the neck and the pendent yellow earrings. Though Lizzie was in mourning for her father, still these things were allowed to be visible. The countess was not the woman to see them without inquiry, and she inquired vigorously. She threatened, stormed, and protested. She attempted even a raid upon the young lady’s jewel-box. But she was not successful. Lizzie snapped and snarled and held her own, for at that time the match with Sir Florian was near its accomplishment, and the countess understood too well the value of such a disposition of her niece to risk it at the moment by any open rupture. The little house in Brook Street — for the house was very small and very comfortless — a house that had been squeezed in, as it were, between two others without any fitting space for it — did not contain a happy family. One bedroom, and that the biggest, was appropriated to the Earl of Linlithgow, the son of the countess, a young man who passed perhaps five nights in town during the year. Other inmate there was none besides the aunt and the niece and the four servants, of whom one was Lizzie’s own maid. Why should such a countess have troubled herself with the custody of such a niece? Simply because the countess regarded it as a duty. Lady Linlithgow was worldly, stingy, ill-tempered, selfish, and mean. Lady Linlithgow would cheat a butcher out of a mutton chop, or a cook out of a month’s wages, if she could do so with some slant of legal wind in her favour. She would tell any number of lies to carry a point in what she believed to be social success. It was said of her that she cheated at cards. In back-biting, no venomous old woman between Bond Street and Park Lane could beat her — or, more wonderful still, no venomous old man at the clubs. But nevertheless she recognised certain duties, and performed them, though she hated them. She went to church, not merely that people might see her there — as to which in truth she cared nothing — but because she thought it was right. And she took in Lizzie Greystock, whom she hated almost as much as she did sermons, because the admiral’s wife had been her sister, and she recognised a duty. But, having thus bound herself to Lizzie — who was a beauty — of course it became the first object of her life to get rid of Lizzie by a marriage. And though she would have liked to think that Lizzie would be tormented all her days, though she thoroughly believed that Lizzie deserved to be tormented, she set her heart upon a splendid match. She would at any rate be able to throw it daily in her niece’s teeth that the splendour was of her doing. Now a marriage with Sir Florian Eustace would be very splendid, and therefore she was unable to go into the matter of the jewels with that rigour which in other circumstances she would certainly have displayed.

But once on board, where was Joam Dacosta to seek refuge? To return to Iquitos was to follow a road full of difficulties and peril, and a long one in any case, should the fugitive either travel across the country or by the river. Neither by horse not pirogue could he be got out of danger quickly enough, and the fazenda was no longer a safe retreat. He would not return to it as the fazender, Joam Garral, but as the convict, Joam Dacosta, continually in fear of his extradition. He could never dream of resuming his former life.

"Certainly not."

His father-in-law, Feng Su, by name, was a native of Ta Ju Chou. Although only a labourer, he was nevertheless in easy circumstances at home. When he on this occasion saw his son-in-law come to him in such distress, he forthwith felt at heart considerable displeasure. Fortunately Shih-yin had still in his possession the money derived from the unprofitable realization of his property, so that he produced and handed it to his father-in-law, commissioning him to purchase, whenever a suitable opportunity presented itself, a house and land as a provision for food and raiment against days to come. This Feng Su, however, only expended the half of the sum, and pocketed the other half, merely acquiring for him some fallow land and a dilapidated house.

Riches and honours too what benefit are they?

The company laughed. "She must be fined!" they exclaimed. "She has made a mistake in the rhyme. Besides, it isn’t right!"

Shih-yin after hearing this message had no alternative but to banish the subject from his thoughts.

"Nor they either. Clean curtains are just put up throughout the house, and I’ll have no horrid pipes to blacken them."

"I shall not say what he is. You must all find out; I dare say Miss Ferrars will discover him; but, remember, you must all of you pay him great attention, for he is not a common person, I can assure you."

If I had not known my father, if I had not loved him, if I had not closed his eyes in desert silence deeper than the silence of the grave, even if I could have buried and bewailed him duly, the common business of this world and the universal carelessness might have led me down the general track that leads to nothing.

"Miss Lin has gone long ago," observed all of them, as they burst out laughing, "and do you offer her tea?"

This afforded the solution, and from that time the frontier of the two countries passed through the middle of this island.

"Of course we’ll have to write a few," they laughingly rejoined, upon hearing her remarks. "We forgot all about it. Let’s hurry up now, and compose a few fine ones, so as to have them ready to enjoy some good fun in the first moon."

The manner in which Lord George de Bruce Carruthers had attached himself to these ladies was a mystery; but then Lord George was always mysterious. He was a young man — so considered — about forty-five years of age, who had never done anything in the manner of other people. He hunted a great deal, but he did not fraternise with hunting men, and would appear now in this county and now in that, with an utter disregard of grass, fences, friendships, or foxes. Leicester, Essex, Ayrshire, or the Baron had equal delights for him; and in all counties he was quite at home. He had never owned a fortune, and had never been known to earn a shilling. It was said that early in life he had been apprenticed to an attorney at Aberdeen as George Carruthers. His third cousin, the Marquis of Killiecrankie, had been killed out hunting; the second scion of the noble family had fallen at Balaclava; a third had perished in the Indian Mutiny; and a fourth, who did reign for a few months, died suddenly, leaving a large family of daughters. Within three years the four brothers vanished, leaving among them no male heir, and George’s elder brother, who was then in a West India regiment, was called home from Demerara to be Marquis of Killiecrankie. By a usual exercise of the courtesy of the Crown, all the brothers were made lords, and some twelve years before the date of our story George Carruthers, who had long since left the attorney’s office at Aberdeen, became Lord George de Carruthers. How he lived no one knew. That his brother did much for him was presumed to be impossible, as the property entailed on the Killiecrankie title certainly was not large. He sometimes went into the City, and was supposed to know something about shares. Perhaps he played a little, and made a few bets. He generally lived with men of means, or perhaps with one man of means at a time; but they who knew him well declared that he never borrowed a shilling from a friend, and never owed a guinea to a tradesman. He always had horses, but never had a home. When in London he lodged in a single room, and dined at his club. He was a Colonel of Volunteers, having got up the regiment known as the Long Shore Riflemen — the roughest regiment of volunteers in all England — and was reputed to be a bitter Radical. He was suspected even of republican sentiments, and ignorant young men about London hinted that he was the grand centre of the British Fenians. He had been invited to stand for the Tower Hamlets, but had told the deputation which waited upon him that he knew a thing worth two of that. Would they guarantee his expenses, and then give him a salary? The deputation doubted its ability to promise so much. "I more than doubt it," said Lord George; and then the deputation went away.

This pavilion had, it must be added, a verandah and zig-zag balustrades running all round. It was erected over the water, in the centre of a pond, and had on the four sides window-frames of carved wood work, stuck with paper. So when Pao-ch’ai caught, from without the pavilion, the sound of voices, she at once stood still and lent an attentive ear to what was being said.

In the meantime, nothing was said or done. Helpless silence prevailed in every part of the room.

Mr. Wainwright had to put his glasses across the bridge of his nose before he could answer, for he was short-sighted. "That? Oh, it is a Captain Thorn. He is visiting the Herberts, I believe."

"Something not quite so tame as a cat," said Lucy.

"There will be no danger," said Mr. Bertie Tremaine. "There is this difference between the English Mountain and the French. The English Mountain has its government prepared. And my brother spoke to you because, when the hour arrives, I wished to see you a member of it."

    平房内。

    小风等人聚集在客厅里，面色焦急，来回踱步。

    “不行，不能让大哥一个人回去。”小风斟酌再三后说道：“收拾东西，我们也走。”

    昨晚来的三名男子，听着小风的话全部起身，准备跟他一块走。

    门口处，坐在椅子上的苏天御，猛然抬头吼道：“能不能别他妈扯淡了，还嫌不够乱啊？你们四个回去有什么用，能解决啥问题？”

    “那你说怎么办？！大哥自己一个人回去了，万一出事了……！”小风还想争辩。

    苏天御缓缓起身，指着对方，脸色阴沉地说道：“事情已经够糟了，你们不要再添乱了，明白吗？”

    “你说什么都没用，我们得回去。”小风转身就要走。

    苏天御一步上前，双手扯住对方的脖领子，瞪着眼珠子吼道：“你能不能长点脑子？你们回去了，要被徐虎抓住了，不但帮不上忙，魏相佐还得想办法救你们几个。我求求你们了，心里有点数吧！你有什么能力？你是一个能打十个啊，还是脑子够用啊？！”

    小风之前确实是不服狗六子的，但自从山上一战后，他对后者的看法也转变了。这命毕竟都是人家救的，再加上之前魏相佐对苏天御也是言听计从，所以他也没啥脾气了。

    苏天御扯着小风的脖领子，一字一顿地说道：“能不能听安排？能不能？！”

    “那我大哥……！”

    “我会想办法的。”苏天御松开他的脖领子，低声说道：“该用你们的时候，我会通知你们的。另外，不要自己瞎做决定，偷着往外跑。你用屁股想一想，老魏没带你们，肯定有他的理由，懂吗？”

    四人虽然心里惦记着老魏，但最终还是被苏天御给劝说住了，仔细想想，后者的话还是有道理的。

    魏相佐跑了，苏天御心里非常烦躁，但光烦躁是解决不了问题的，他目前只能按照老魏的节奏，调整想法，铺垫后面的事情。

    坐在客厅内思考了一会后，苏天御起身走到室外，拨通了余明远的电话：“魏相佐跑了，我们可能得提前回去了。远哥，我的思路的是这样的，围绕着徐虎身边的利益团体总共有三四家，我们现在只能从这中间找机会，想办法在老魏掀牌的时候……。”

    余明远静静地听着苏天御的话，心里快速合计着，没有回应。

    ……

    龙城，天鸿港一家低档“卖肉店”内，程刚只穿着裤头，坐在三层包间的沙发上，木然地抽着烟。

    这家卖肉店是徐虎兄弟经营的，自从魏相佐跑了之后，程刚就一直在这住。

    床上，一名脂粉气很重的姑娘坐起身，打着哈欠说道：“宝贝，给我拿根烟。”

    程刚似乎没有听到，依旧眼神木讷地看着窗外。

    姑娘顺手拿起床上的软枕头，笑着砸向了程刚：“干嘛呢，参禅呢？”

    “嘭！”

    软枕头砸在程刚的脑袋上，后者猛然扭头：“你踏马干什么？！”

    “我跟你说话呢，给我根烟呀。”姑娘依旧笑着回道。

    “你踏马有病！”程刚烦躁地打飞身上的枕头，眼神十分焦躁地吼道：“滚出去！”

    姑娘懵了：“你干嘛啊？陪你睡两天了，怎么火气还这么大啊！”

    说话间，姑娘赤脚走下床，来到程刚身前，骑着他的双腿就要坐上去：“是不是想晨练啊？想你就说啊，发什么火……。”

    “起开！”程刚动作粗暴地推开了姑娘。

    “你有病啊？我惹你了？！”姑娘也急了。

    “滚！”程刚情绪极为不稳定地冲着她吼了一嗓子。

    “大早上的吃枪药了？真是病得不轻。”姑娘翻着白眼骂了一句，胡乱拿起床上的衣服一套，气哄哄地推门走了。

    程刚一个人坐在室内，口鼻中泛着浓重的喘息声，双眼依旧焦躁不安地看着窗外。

    不知道为什么，程刚这几天脑袋里经常浮现出，小轩的尸体，魏相佐跑路杀人时的样子，以及薛家四十多号人进山，却全被干了的场景。

    这种焦躁不安，是程刚无法控制的。他只有想起自己银行卡里暴增的余额，以及徐虎答应给他的未来，心里才会有一定的安全感。

    枯坐了一会，程刚在屋内待不下去了，他拿着电话拨通了一个号码，轻声问道：“打听出花臂龙的消息了吗？”

    “没有，这个人消失了。”

    “他会不会已经去找魏相佐了？”程刚问。

    “应该没有。”对方停顿一下说道：“花臂龙跑的时候，伤得很重，我个人觉得他要么藏在龙城了，要么就在龙城附近，走不远。”

    程刚稍稍停顿一下，表情烦躁地问道：“另外一个消息，你摸到了吗？”

    “那个摸到了。”

    “直接发我手机上。”程刚扔下一句，直接挂断了电话，走到床边，动作利落地穿好了衣服。

    五分钟后，楼下。

    程刚冲着徐虎的兄弟说道：“我要去见虎哥，就现在。”

    “行啊，走吧！”对方站起了身。

    ……

    一区，华都。

    孔正辉推门下车，迈步走进了老兵酒吧。此刻这里还没营业，只有红姐一个人在收拾着不大的客厅。

    “你找谁啊？”红姐问。

    “我找姚豆豆，”孔正辉轻声回道：“是苏天御叫我来的。”

    “哦，他不在这儿，我给他打个电话，你在这等一会吧。”红姐笑着回了一句，先帮孔正辉倒了杯水，随即才走到里屋去拨打电话。

    孔正辉看着非常有女人味的红姐，眼神多少有点发直。

    过了大概二十分钟左右，姚豆豆独自一人推门走了进来。

    “六子的兄弟？”姚豆豆问了一句。

    “对。”孔正辉立马起身，从包里掏出了一份打印好的资料，递给了姚豆豆。

    姚豆豆接过来看了两眼，顿时笑着说道：“整得这么专业，还打印出来了？”

    “是，我找周的人帮着查的。”孔正辉点头。

    “行，回头我给六子打电话。”姚豆豆冲着孔正辉点了点头：“我还有事，先走了。”

    “好勒！”

    二人交流完，姚豆豆率先离去，而孔正辉来到酒吧门口，刚想上车，却突然又改变主意了。

    孔正辉返回客厅，笑着冲红姐问了一句：“方便留个联系方式吗？”