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ople　in　your　own　circle。　Then　we're　the　crossroads　of　Asia　and　even　if　you're　not　in　Struan's　you're　always　on　the　move；　planning；　making　money；　risking　money　to　make　more；　or　you're　off　to　Taiwan；　Bangkok；　Singapore；　Sydney；　Tokyo；　London　or　wherever。　It's　the　magic　of　Asia。　Look　what　happened　to　you　both　since　you　got　here：　poor　John　Chen　was　kidnapped　and　murdered；　guns　were　found　on　your　aircraft；　then　there　was　the　fire；　the　stock　market　mess；　the　run　on　our　stock；　Gornt　after　us　and　we　after　him。　And　now　the　banks　may　close　on　Monday　or　if　Ian's　right；　Monday　will　be　boom　time。　And　we're　in　business　together。　。。。〃　He　smiled　wearily。　〃What　do　you　think　of　our　tender？〃
　Casey　held　back　her　immediate　ment　and　watched　Bartlett。
　〃Great；〃　Bartlett　said；　thinking　about　Orlanda。　〃You　think　Ian　will　be　able　to　turn　things　around？〃
　〃If　anyone　can；　he　can。〃　Gavallan　sighed　heavily。　〃Well；　let's　hope；　that's　all　we　can　do。　Have　you　put　your　money　on　the　winner　yet？〃
　Bartlett　smiled　and　Casey　felt　easier。　〃Who　you　backing；　Andrew？〃
　〃Noble　Star　and　Winning　Billy　for　the　quinella。　See　you　later。〃　He　left　them。
　〃Curious　what　he　was　saying　about　Hong　Kong。　He's　right。　It　makes　the　U。S。　seem　a　million　miles　away。〃
　〃Yes；　but　it　isn't；　not　truly。〃
　〃You　want　to　stay　here；　Casey？〃
　She　looked　at　him；　wondering　what　was　under　the　question；　what　he　was　really　asking　her。　〃That's　up　to　you；　Linc。〃
　He　nodded　slowly；　〃Think　I'll　get　me　some　tea。〃
　〃Hey；　I'll　do　that　for　you；〃　she　said；　then　she　saw　Murtagh　standing　nervously　at　the　doorway　and　her　heart　missed　a　beat。　〃You　haven't　met　our　banker；　Linc。　Let　me　bring　him　over。〃
　She　went　through　the　throng。　〃Hi；　Dave。〃
　〃Hi；　Casey；　have　you　seen　the　tai…pan？〃
　〃He's　busy　till　after　the　race。　Is　it　yes　or　no？〃　she　whispered　urgently；　keeping　her　back　to　Bartlett。
　〃It's　a　maybe。〃　Nervously　Murtagh　wiped　his　brow　and　took　off　his　wet　raincoat；　his　eyes　red　rimmed。　〃Couldn't　get　a　goddamn　cab　for　an　hour！　Jesus！〃
　〃Maybe　what？〃
　〃Maybe　maybe。　I　gave　them　the　plan　and　they　told　me　to　haul　ass　back　home　because　I'd　clearly　gone　mad。　Then；　after　they　calmed　down；　they　said　they'd　get　back　to　me。　Those　knuckleheads　called　me　at　4：00　a。m。；　asked　me　to　repeat　the　whole　scheme　then　S。J。　himself　came　on。〃　His　eyes　rolled。　〃S。J。　said　I　was　full　of　sh…　I　was　loco　and　hung　up　on　me。〃
　〃But　you　said　'maybe。'　What　happened　next？〃
　〃I　called　them　back　and　I've　been　on　the　phone　five　hours　in　the　last　ten　trying　to　explain　my　brilliance　to　them　since　your　harebrained　scheme　blew　my　mind。〃　Murtagh　suddenly　grinned。　〃Hey；　I'll　tell　you　one　thing；　Casey。　Now　S。J。　sure　as　hell　knows　who　Dave　Murtagh　III　is！〃
　She　laughed。　〃Listen；　don't　mention　it　to　anyone　here。　Anyone。　Except　the　tai…pan；　okay？〃
　He　looked　at　her；　pained。　〃You　think　I'm　about　to　tell　everybody　my　ass's　chewed　to　hamburger？〃
　There　was　a　burst　of　cheering　and　someone　in　the　balcony　called　out；　〃They're　approaching　the　gate！〃
　〃Quick；〃　Casey　said；　〃go　put　your　bundle　on　the　quinella。　One　and　seven。　Quick　while　you've　time。〃
　〃Which　are　they？〃
　〃Never　mind。　You've　no　time。〃　She　gave　him　a　little　shove　and　he　rushed　off。　She　collected　herself；　picked　up　a　cup　of　tea　and　joined　Bartlett　and　all　the　others　crowding　the　balcony。
　〃Here's　your　tea；　Linc。〃
　〃Thanks。　What　did　you　tell　him　to　bet？〃
　〃One　and　seven。〃
　〃I　did　one　and　eight。〃
　Another　huge　roar　distracted　them。　The　horses　were　cantering　past　and　beginning　to　mill　around　the　gate。　They　saw　Pilot　Fish　skeetering　and　weaving；　his　jockey　well　up；　knees　tight；　holding　on　firmly；　guiding　him　to　his　post　position。　But　the　stallion　wasn't　ready　yet　and　tossed　his　mane　and　neighed。　At　once　the　mare　and　the　two　fillies；　Golden　Lady　and　Noble　Star；　shivered；　nostrils　flaring　and　whinnied　back。　Pilot　Fish　brayed　stridently；　reared　and　pawed　the　air　and　everyone　gasped。　His　jockey；　Bluey　White；　cursed　softly；　dug　his　steel…strong　hands　into　his　mane；　hanging　on。　〃C'mon；　sport；〃　he　called　out　with　a　curse；　gentling　him。　〃Let　the　sheilas　have　a　look　at　your　dingledangle！〃
　Travkin　on　Noble　Star　was　nearby。　The　filly　had　got　the　stallion's　scent　and　it　had　unsettled　her。　Before　Travkin　could　prevent　it　she　twisted　and　backed　and　shoved　her　rump　carelessly　into　Pilot　Fish　who　swerved；　startled；　to　bump　the　outsider　Winning　Billy；　a　bay　gelding　moving　up　to　his　gate。　The　gelding　skeetered；　shook　his　head　angrily　and　whirled　away　for　a　few　paces；　almost　trampling　Lochinvar；　another　brown　gelding。
　〃Get　that　bugger　under　control；　Alexi；　for　chrissake！〃
　〃Just　stay　out　of　my　way；　ublyudok；〃　Travkin　muttered；　his　knees　conscious　of　the　untoward　tremors　racing　through　Noble　Star。　He　sat　very　high；　part　of　his　mount；　stirrups　short；　and　he　wondered；　cursing；　if　Pilot　Fish's　trainer　had　smeared　some　of　the　stallion's　musk　onto　his　chest　and　flanks　to　agitate　the　mare　and　fillies。　It's　an　old　trick；　he　thought；　very　old。
　〃e　on！〃　the　starter　called　out；　his　voice　stentorian。　〃Gentlemen；　get　your　mounts　into　their　stalls！〃
　Several　were　already　there；　Butterscotch　Lass；　the　brown　mare　still　heavily　the　favorite；　was　pawing　the　ground；　nostrils　flared；　excitement　of　the　ing　race　and　the　nearness　of　the　stallion　sending　shiver　after　shiver　through　her。　She　had　stall　eight　from　the　rails；　Pilot　Fish　now　entering　the　stall　in　post　position　one。　Winning　Billy　had　stall　three　between　Street　Vendor　and　Golden　Lady；　and　the　smell　of　them　and　the　stallion's　brazen　challenge　tore　the　gelding's　mind。　Before　the　gate　could　close　behind　him　he　backed　out　and；　once　free；　fought　the　bit　and　reins；　shaking　his　head　violently　from　side　to　side；　twirling　like　a　dancer　on　the　slippery　turf；　almost　colliding　with　Noble　Star　who　swerved　deftly　out　of　the　way。
　〃Alexi；　e　along！〃　the　starter　called　out。　〃Hurry　it　up！〃
　〃Yes；　certainly；〃　Travkin　called　back　but　he　was　not　hurried。　He　knew　Noble　Star　and　he　walked　the　trembling；　big　brown　filly　well　away　from　the　stallion；　letting　her　prance；　the　wind　under　her　tail。　〃Gently；　my　darling；〃　he　crooned　in　Russian；　wanting　to　delay；　wanting　to　keep　the　others　off　balance；　now　the　only　one　not　in　the　gate。　A　flash　of　lightning　lit　the　eastern　sky　but　he　paid　it　no　attention；　or　the　ominous　roll　of　thunder。　The　drizzle　became　stronger。
　His　whole　being　was　concentrated。　Just　after　the　weigh…in；　one　of　the　other　jockeys　had　sidled　up　to　him。　〃Mr。　Travkin；〃　he　had　said　softly；　〃you're　not　to　win。〃
　〃Oh？　Who　says？〃
　The　jockey　shrugged。
　〃Who's　the　winner？〃
　Again　the　jockey　shrugged。
　〃If　the　trainers　and　jockeys　have　a　fix　then　let　them　know　I'm　not　part　of　it。　I　never　have　been；　not　in　Hong　Kong。〃
　〃You'n　the　tai…pan　won　with　Buccaneer；　that　should　satisfy　you。〃
　〃It　satisfies　me　but　in　this　race　I'm　a　trier。〃
　〃Fair　enough；　sport。　I'll　tell　them。〃
　〃Who's　them？〃
　The　jockey　had　gone　away；　the　crowded　changing　room　noisy　and　sweat…filled。　Travkin　was　well　aware　who　the　ring　was；　some　of　them；　who　fixed　races　now　and　then；　but　he　had　never　been　a　participant。　He　knew　it　was　not　because　he　was　more　honest　than　the　others。　Or　less　dishonest。　It　was　only　that　his　needs　were　few；　a　sure　thing　did　not　excite　him　and　the　touch　of　money　did　not　please　him。
　The　starter　was　being　impatient。　〃e　along；　Alexi！　Hurry　it　up！〃
　Obediently　he　jabbed　the　spurs　and　walked　Noble　Star　forward　into　her　stall。　The　gate　clanged　behind　her。　A　moment's　hush。　Now　the　racers　were　under　starter's　orders。
　
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　In　their　stalls；　jockeys　dug　their　fingers　into　the　horses'　manes；　all　of　them　nervous；　those　in　the　know　ready　to　crowd　Noble　Star。　Then　the　doors　flew　open　and　in　a　mad　instant　the　eight　runners　were　galloping；　packed　together　along　a　short　part　of　the　straight；　now　past　the　winning　post；　now　racing　into　the　first　bend。　The　riders　were　all　crouched　high　up；　side　by　side；　almost　touching；　some　touching；　the　horses　getting　their　pace；　hurtling　through　the　first　part　of　the　bend　that　would　take　them　a　quarter　of　the　course　into　the　far　straight。　Already　Pilot　Fish　was　half　a　length　ahead　on　the　rails；　Butterscotch　Lass　in　fine　position　not　flat　out　yet；　Winning　Billy　alongside；　back　a　little　from　Noble　Star　on　the　outside；　crowding　the　others　for　a　better　place　in　the　pack；　all　jockeys　knowing　that　all　binoculars　were　trained　on　them　so　any　pulling　or　interference　better　be　clever　and　cautious。　They　had　all　been　warned　that　millions　would　be　won　or　lost　and　it　would　cost　each　one　of　them　their　future　to　foul　up。
　They　pounded　through　the　turn；　mud　splattering　those　behind；　the　going　bad。　As　they　came　out　of　the　turn　into　the　straight　still　together；　shoving　for　position；　they　lengthened　their　strides；　the　sweat…smell　and　the　speed　exciting　horses　and　riders　alike。　Winning　Billy　took　the　bit　and　closed　up　alongside　Butterscotch　Lass；　now　half　a　length　behind　Pilot　Fish；　going　well；　the　rest　bunched；　all　waiting　to　make　their　run。　Now　Butterscotch　Lass　felt　the　spurs　and　she　leapt　forward　and　passed　Pilot　Fish；　fell　back　a　little　and　passed　him　again；　Pilot　Fish　still　hugging　the　rails　carefully。
　Travkin　was　holding　the　filly　well；　lying　back　in　the　pack；　still　outside；　then　he　gave　her　the　spurs　and　she　increased　speed　and　he　cut　closer　to　the　leaders；　herding　the　others；　almost　bumping　Lochinvar。　The　rain　increased。　The　sting　of　it　was　in　his　eyes；　his　knees　and　legs　tight　and　already　hurting。　There　was　not　a　length　between　them　as　they　galloped　out　of　the　stretch　into　the　corner。　Going　into　the　far　turn　they　were　all　packed　close　to　take　advantage　of　the　corner　when　a　whip　came　from　nowhere　and　lashed　across　Travkin's　wrists。　The　suddenness　and　pain　unlocked　his　grip　an　instant　and　almost　unbalanced　him。　A　split　second　later　he　was　in　control　again。　Where　the　blow　came　from　he　did　not　know；　or　care；　for　they　were　well　into　the　corner；　the　going　dreadful。　Abruptly；　the　gray　outsider　Kingplay　on　the　rails　just　behind　Pilot　Fish　slipped　and　stumbled；　his　jockey　felt　the　earth　twist　and　they　went　down　smashing　into　the　rails；　pulling　two　horses　with　them。　Everyone　in　the　stadium　was　on　their　feet。
　〃Christ　who's　down　。。。〃
　〃Is　it　。。。　it's　Noble　Star　。。。〃
　〃No；　no　it　isn't　。。。　Winning　Bill　…　〃
　〃No　he's　l