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　Dog…eared　Chen　and　Smallpox　Kin　hurried　to　help　as　Goodweather　Poon　directed　the　circle　of　light　back　on　the　corpse。　The　body　was　swollen　and　puffy；　the　rain　washing　the　dirt　away。　The　back　of　John　Chen's　head　was　blood…matted　and　crushed　but　his　face　was　still　recognizable。
　〃Ayeeyah；〃　one　of　his　men　said；　〃let's　get　on　with　it。　I　feel　evil　spirits　lurking　hereabouts。〃
　〃Just　his　trousers　and　shirt'll　do；〃　Goodweather　Poon　said　sourly。　He　waited　until　the　body　was　partially　dressed。　Then　he　turned　his　eyes　on　them。　〃Now　which　one　of　you　motherless　whores　helped　the　old　man　kill　this　poor　fornicator？〃
　Kin　Pak　said；　〃I　already　t…　〃　He　stopped　as　he　saw　the　other　two　point　at　him　and　say　in　unison；　〃He　did；〃　and　back　away　from　him。
　〃I　suspected　it　all　along！〃　Goodweather　Poon　was　pleased　that　he　had　at　last　got　to　the　bottom　of　the　mystery。　He　pointed　his　stubby　forefinger　at　Kin　Pak。　〃Get　in　the　trench　and　lie　down。〃
　〃We　have　an　easy　plan　how　to　kidnap　Noble　House　Chen　himself　that'll　bring　us　all　twice；　three　times　what　this　fornicator　brought。　I'll　tell　you　how；　heya？〃　Kin　Pak　said。
　Goodweather　Poon　hesitated　a　moment　at　this　new　thought。　Then　he　remembered　Four　Fingers's　instructions。　〃Put　your　face　in　the　dirt　in　the　trench！〃
　Kin　Pak　looked　at　the　inflexible　eyes　and　knew　he　was　dead。　He　shrugged。　Joss。　〃I　piss　on　all　your　generations；〃　he　said　and　got　into　the　grave　and　lay　down。
　He　put　his　head　on　his　arms　in　the　dirt　and　began　to　shut　out　the　light　of　his　life。　From　nothing　into　nothing；　always　part　of　the　Kin　family；　of　all　its　generations；　living　forever　in　its　perpetual　stream；　from　generation　to　generation；　down　through　history　into　the　everlasting　future。
　Goodweather　Poon　took　up　one　of　the　shovels　and　because　of　the　youth's　courage　he　dispatched　him　instantly　by　putting　the　sharp　edge　of　the　blade　between　his　vertebrae　and　shoving　downward。　Kin　Pak　died　without　knowing　it。
　〃Fill　up　the　grave！〃
　Dog…eared　Chen　was　petrified　but　he　rushed　to　obey。　Good…weather　Poon　laughed　and　tripped　him　and　gave　him　a　savage　kick　for　his　cowardice。　The　man　half…fell　into　the　trench。　At　once　the　shovel　in　Poon's　hands　whirled　in　an　arc　and　crunched　into　the　back　of　Dog…eared　Chen's　head　and　he　collapsed　with　a　sigh　on　top　of　Kin　Pak。　The　others　laughed　and　one　said；　〃Eeeee；　you　used　that　like　a　foreign　devil　cricket　bat！　Good。　Is　he　dead？〃
　Goodweather　Poon　did　not　answer；　just　looked　at　the　last　Werewolf；　Smallpox　Kin。　All　their　eyes　went　to　him。　He　stood　rigid　in　the　rain。　It　was　then　that　Goodweather　Poon　noticed　the　string　tight　around　his　neck。　He　took　up　the　flashlight　and　went　over　to　him　and　saw　that　the　other　end　was　dangling　down　his　back。　Weighing　it　down　was　a　broken　half…coin；　a　hole　bored　carefully　into　it。　It　was　a　copper　cash　and　seemed　ancient。
　〃All　gods　fart　in　Tsao　Tsao's　face！　Where　did　you　get　this？〃　he　asked；　beginning　to　beam。
　〃My　father　gave　it　to　me。〃
　〃Where　did　he　get　it；　little　turd？〃
　〃He　didn't　tell　me。〃
　〃Could　he　have　got　it　from　Number　One　Son　Chen？〃
　Another　shrug。　〃I　don't　know。　I　wasn't　here　when　they　killed　him。　I'm　innocent　on　my　mother's　head！〃
　With　a　sudden　movement　Goodweather　Poon　ripped　the　necklace　off。　〃Take　him　to　the　car；〃　he　said　to　two　of　his　fighters。　〃Watch　him　very　carefully。　We'll　take　him　back　with　us。　Yes；　we'll　take　him　back。　The　rest　of　you　fill　up　the　grave　and　camouflage　it　carefully。〃　Then　he　ordered　the　last　two　of　his　men　to　pick　up　the　blanket　containing　John　Chen　and　to　follow　him。　They　did　so　awkwardly　in　the　darkness。
　He　trudged　off　toward　the　Sha　Tin　Road；　skirting　the　puddles。　Nearby　was　a　broken…down　bus　shelter。　When　the　road　was　clear　he　motioned　to　his　men　and　they　quickly　unwrapped　the　blanket　and　propped　the　body　in　a　corner。　Then　he　took　out　the　sign　that　the　Werewolves　had　made　previously　and　stuck　it　carefully　on　the　body。
　〃Why're　you　doing　that；　Goodweather　Poon；　heya？　Why're　you　do…　〃
　〃Because　Four　Fingers　told　me　to！　How　do　I　know？　Keep　your　fornicating　mouth　sh…　〃
　Headlights　from　an　approaching　car　rounding　the　bend　washed　them　suddenly。　They　froze　and　turned　their　faces　away；　pretending　to　be　waiting　passengers。　Once　the　car　was　safely　past　they　took　to　their　heels。　Dawn　was　streaking　the　sky；　the　rain　lessening。
　
　The　phone　jangled　and　Armstrong　came　out　of　sleep　heavily。　In　the　half…darkness　he　groped　for　the　receiver　and　picked　it　up。　His　wife　stirred　uneasily　and　awoke。
　〃Divisional　Sergeant　Major　Tang…po；　sir；　sorry　to　wake　you；　sir；　but　we've　found　John　Chen。　The　Were…　〃
　Armstrong　was　instantly　awake。　〃Alive？〃
　〃Dew　neh　loh　moh　no　sir；　his　body　was　found　near　Sha　Tin　at　a　bus　stop；　a　bus　shelter；　sir；　and　those　fornicating　Werewolves've　left　a　note　on　his　chest；　sir：　'This　Number　One　Son　Chen　had　the　stupidity　to　try　to　escape　us。　No　one　can　escape　the　Werewolves！　Let　all　Hong　Kong　beware。　Our　eyes　are　everywhere！'　He　w…　〃
　Armstrong　listened；　appalled；　while　the　excited　man　told　how　police　at　Sha　Tin　had　been　summoned　by　an　early…morning　bus　passenger。　At　once　they　had　cordoned　off　the　area　and　phoned　CID　Kowloon。　〃What　should　we　do；　sir？〃
　〃Send　a　car　for　me　at　once。〃
　Armstrong　hung　up　and　rubbed　the　tiredness　out　of　his　eyes。　He　wore　a　sarong　and　it　looked　well　on　his　muscular　body。
　〃Trouble？〃　Mary　stifled　a　yawn　and　stretched。　She　was　just　forty；　two　years　younger　than　he；　brown…haired；　taut；　her　face　friendly　though　lined。
　He　told　her；　watching　her。
　〃Oh。〃　The　color　had　left　her　face；　〃How　terrible。　Oh；　how　terrible。　Poor　John！〃
　〃I'll　make　the　tea；〃　Armstrong　said。
　〃No；　no　I'll　do　that。〃　She　got　out　of　bed；　her　body　firm。　〃Will　you　have　time？〃
　〃Just　a　cuppa。　Listen　to　the　rain　。。。　about　bloody　time！〃　Thoughtfully　Armstrong　went　off　to　the　bathroom　and　shaved　and　dressed　quickly　as　only　a　policeman　or　doctor　can。　Two　gulps　of　the　hot　sweet　tea　and　just　before　the　toast　the　doorbell　rang。　〃I'll　call　you　later。　How　about　curry　tonight？　We　can　go　to　Singh's。〃
　〃Yes；〃　she　said。　〃Yes；　if　you'd　like。〃
　The　door　closed　behind　him。
　Mary　Armstrong　stared　at　the　door。　Tomorrow　is　our　fifteenth　anniversary；　she　thought。　I　wonder　if　he'll　remember。　Probably　not。　In　fourteen　times；　he's　been　out　on　a　case　eight；　once　I　was　in　hospital　and　the　rest　。。。　the　rest；　were　all　right；　I　suppose。
　She　went　to　the　window　and　pulled　the　curtains　back。　Torrents　of　rain　streaked　the　windows　in　the　half…light；　but　now　it　was　cool　and　pleasant。　The　apartment　had　two　bedrooms　and　it　was　their　furniture　though　the　apartment　belonged　to　the　government　and　went　with　the　job。
　Christ；　what　a　job！
　Rotten　for　a　policeman's　wife。　You　spend　your　life　waiting　for　him　to　e　home；　waiting　for　some　rotten　villain　to　knife　him；　or　shoot　him　or　hurt　him　…　most　nights　you　sleep　alone　or　you're　being　woken　up　at　all　rotten　hours　with　some　more　rotten　disasters　and　off　he　goes　again。　Overworked　and　underpaid。　Or　you　go　to　the　Police　Club　and　sit　around　with　other　wives　while　the　men　get　smashed　and　you　swap　lies　with　the　wives　and　drink　too　many　pink　gins。　At　least　they　have　children。
　Children！　Oh　God　。。。　I　wish　we　had　children。
　But　then；　most　of　the　wives　plain　about　how　tired　they　are；　how　exhausting　children　are；　and　about　amahs　and　school　and　the　expense　。。。　and　everything。　What　the　hell　does　this　life　mean？　What　a　rotten　waste！　What　a　perfectly　rotten　…　
　The　phone　rang。　〃Shut　up！〃　she　shrieked　at　it；　then　laughed　nervously。　〃Mary　Mary　quite　contrary　where　did　your　temper　go？〃　she　chided　herself　and　picked　the　phone　up。　〃Hello？〃
　〃Mary；　Brian　Kwok；　sorry　to　wake　you　but　is　Rob…　〃
　〃Oh　hello；　dear。　No；　sorry；　he's　just　left。　Something　about　the　Werewolves。〃
　〃Yes；　I　just　heard；　that's　what　I　was　calling　about。　He's　gone　to　Sha　Tin？〃
　〃Yes。　Are　you　going　too？〃
　〃No。　I'm　with　the　Old　Man。〃
　〃Poor　you。〃　She　heard　him　laugh。　They　chatted　for　a　moment　then　he　rang　off。
　She　sighed　and　poured　herself　another　cup　of　tea；　added　milk　and　sugar　and　thought　about　John　Chen。　Once　upon　a　time　she　had　been　madly　in　love　with　him。　They　had　been　lovers　for　more　than　two　years　and　he　had　been　her　first。　This　was　in　the　Japanese　Internment　Camp　in　Stanley　Prison　on　the　south　part　of　the　island。
　In　1940　she　had　passed　the　Civil　Service　exam　in　England　with　honors　and　after　a　few　months　had　been　sent　out　to　Hong　Kong；　around　the　Cape。　She　had　arrived　late　in　'41；　just　nineteen；　and　just　in　time　to　be　interned　with　all　European　civilians；　there　to　stay　until　1945。
　I　was　twenty…two　when　I　got　out　and　the　last　two　years；　we　were　lovers；　John　and　I。　Poor　John；　nagged　constantly　by　his　rotten　father；　and　his　sick　mother；　with　no　way　to　escape　them　and　almost　no　privacy　in　the　camp；　cooped　up　with　families；　children；　babes；　husbands；　wives；　hatred　hunger　envy　and　little　laughter　all　those　years。　Loving　him　made　the　camp　bearable。　。。。
　I　don't　want　to　think　about　those　rotten　times。
　Or　the　rotten　time　after　the　camp　when　he　married　his　father's　choice；　a　rotten　little　harpy　but　someone　with　money　and　influence　and　Hong　Kong　family　connections。　I　had　none。　I　should　have　gone　home　but　I　didn't　want　home　…　what　was　there　to　go　home　to？　So　I　stayed　and　worked　in　the　Colonial　Office　and　had　a　good　time；　good　enough。　And　then　I　met　Robert。
　Ah；　Robert。　You　were　a　good　man　and　good　to　me　and　we　had　fun　and　I　was　a　good　wife　to　you；　still　try　to　be。　But　I　can't　have　children　and　you　。。。　we　both　want　children　and　one　day　a　few　years　ago；　you　found　out　about　John　Chen。　You　never　asked　me　about　him　but　I　know　you　know　and　ever　since　then　you've　hated　him。　It　all　happened　long　before　I　met　you　and　you　knew　about　the　camp　but　not　about　my　lover。　Remember　how　before　we　got　married　I　said；　Do　you　want　to　know　about　the　past；　my　darling？　And　you　said；　No；　old　girl。
　You　used　to　call　me　old　girl　all　the　time。　Now　you　don't　call　me　anything。　Just　Mary　sometimes。
　Poor　Robert！　How　I　must　have　disappointed　you！
　Poor　John！　How　you　disappointed　me；　once　upon　a　time　so　fine；　now　so　very　dead。
　I　wish　I　was　dead　too。
　She　began　to　cry。
　
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　〃It's　going　to　continue　to　rain；　Alexi；〃　Dunross　said；　the　track　already　sodden；　heavy　overcast　and　the　day　gloomy。
　〃I　agree；　t