“You are a very powerful man,” he said, a note of respect in his voice. “Yes, it could easily have happened.”
“Well, there I was with a body on my hands,” Jaffe said, relaxing slightly as Blackie seemed to be accepting his story. “A tricky set-up. I decided to clear out. You know what the police here are like. I could get a jail sentence. I’m relying on you to get me to Hong Kong.”
Blackie couldn’t accept such a story. It didn’t make sense.
“You considered going to the police and explaining the situation, Mr. Jaffe? Houseboys are notorious thieves. If you had told them…”
“I thought of all that,” Jaffe said curtly. “These Vietnamese don’t like Americans. They might have shoved me in jail. I wasn’t taking the risk.”
This still didn’t make sense to Blackie, but he decided to go along with the American.
“And the body?” he asked: “What happened to it?”
“I left it in a closet in my villa,” Jaffe said. “The police have been to see you, haven’t they?”
Blackie nodded. He was intrigued and puzzled. If Jaffe had left the body in the villa, how had it turned up in the ditch with the dead bandits? Who had moved it from the villa to the ditch? The police? Why had they given out to the newspapers that Haum had been killed by the bandits?
“They called on me,” he said. “They told me you had been kidnapped by Viet Minh bandits. They wanted to know if you had any particular girl. Naturally I said I knew of no girl.”
“Nhan had nothing to do with this. It happened before we met last night. She has nothing whatsoever to do with it.”
Blackie didn’t say anything. This was an acceptable lie. He was sure Nhan knew a great deal about this business. He couldn’t understand why the police had moved Haum’s body. There was no point in keeping this secret from Jaffe. He would read about it in the morning’s paper. He decided to tell him.
“I spoke to a newspaper reporter this afternoon,” he said. “He tells me the police are saying Haum was killed by the bandits. His body was found near the wrecked car you were driving.”
For a long moment Jaffe sat motionless, not quite sure if he had heard correctly. Then he suddenly realized that if this were true he had put himself into Blackie’s hands by prematurely admitting he had killed Haum. He cursed himself for not waiting to read the papers before seeing Blackie. He realized at once why the police had moved Haum’s body. Someone in authority wanted the diamonds!
They found the hole in the wall, he thought, and they knew the villa once belonged to the general’s woman. They have guessed I found the diamonds and I killed Haum to shut his mouth. They are setting the stage so when they catch me, they can shut my mouth and grab the diamonds.
Blackie was saying, “This is a puzzling business, Mr. Jaffe. How do you explain that Haum’s body was found in a ditch?”
“Maybe they don’t want to make an international incident out of it. After all I am an American,” Jaffe said cautiously.
“I don’t think that explanation is likely,” Blackie said. “A few months ago an American sailor murdered a prostitute in Cholon. The police didn’t hesitate to arrest him. Why should they hesitate to arrest you? Why should they arrange matters to look like a Viet Minh outrage?”
“Maybe they didn’t move the body. Maybe the girl and my cook moved it.”
“If you mean My-Lang-To,” Blackie said, “that suggestion is quite out of the question. How could they take the body so far? It may interest you to know your cook and the girl were taken to headquarters for questioning. As she was leaving headquarters she was knocked down and killed by a hit-and-run driver. This has happened before from time to time to people arrested for questioning. It is an efficient method of getting rid of people who could be embarrassing.”
Jaffe felt a drop of sweat fall onto his hand. He realized he was suddenly scared.
“Nothing has been seen of Dong Ham,” Blackie went on. “It would not surprise me if he too was dead by now.”
And if they catch me, Jaffe thought, they’ll kill me too.
“I don’t understand anything of this,” he said. “The thing is as much a mystery to me as it is to you.”
That, my friend, is a lie, Blackie thought. Is this thing political? Could this American be working with an opposition group to overthrow the regime? Did Haum find this out and the American killed him to silence him. No, it couldn’t be that. He wouldn’t be asking me for help if he had been working for a group. They would get him out of the country. Then what was the explanation?
“I don’t like mysteries,” he said. “I like to know all the facts before committing myself. When you took your friend’s car, Mr. Jaffe, you were planning to escape?”
“That’s right. I thought I might bluff my way into Cambodia with C.D. plates. As I arrived at the police post, the attack started and the car was put out of action.”
“Was Nhan with you?”
“No.” Jaffe paused, then went on, his voice hardening, “We’re wasting time. Can you or can’t you get me out?”
“As much as it would please me to help you,” Blackie said, “what you ask is an impossibility. There is no way to get you out of the country:
every exit by now has been sealed off. Security police are extremely efficient. Apart from the impossibility, Mr. Jaffe, I have myself to consider. I have a wife and a very good business. If it were discovered that I have even talked to you, they would close down my club. If it were found out I had helped you escape, I would go to jail.”
Jaffe knew the Chinese character well enough to know this wasn’t the final word.
“That I understand,” he said, “but nothing is ever impossible providing there is a big enough incentive. I have got to get out. I’m willing to pay.”
Blackie shook his head.
“Even if I could think of some method of getting you out, Mr. Jaffe, the cost would be prohibitive.”
“That’s for me to decide. Suppose you had unlimited funds, could you fix it?”
“Unlimited funds? I suppose something could be arranged, but we are wasting time. Who has unlimited funds these days?”
“I put a pretty high price on my life,” Jaffe went on. “I admit I’m not wealthy, but I have funds in America. I could stretch to ten thousand American dollars.”
Blackie remained slumped behind the steering wheel, but his mind alerted. This was the kind of money he was hoping to lay his hands on.
“I could get you out for half that sum, Mr. Jaffe,” he said, “if this wasn’t a capital charge, but unfortunately it is. I’m afraid it would cost a lot more than that.”
“How much more?” Jaffe asked who expected to haggle with Blackie.
“Twenty thousand would be closer to the mark.”
“I haven’t got it, but maybe I could borrow a little more from a friend. Twelve thousand would be the best I could manage.”
“For me, twelve thousand would be satisfactory, but I would have to ask my brother to help and he would have to be considered.”
“That’s up to you. You must make your own arrangements with him.”
Blackie shook his head sadly.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Jaffe. For twelve thousand I would be prepared to risk my business, but not for less. My brother would want five thousand. Without him, it would be impossible to get you out of the country.”
“But with him, you could?”
Blackie hedged.
“It is something I would have to think about and discuss with my brother.”
Jaffe pretended to think for some moments, then he said, “I will pay your brother four thousand: a total of sixteen thousand and that’s final.”
“Seventeen thousand,” Blackie said, sure now that he would get it and wondering how much Charlie, his brother, would take.
Jaffe was deliberately bargaining for the next move in the haggle.
“Well, okay,” He said, with a gesture of defeat. “Seventeen thousand, but Nhan comes with me for free.”
This surprised Blackie.
“You want the girl?”