"Jesus," an American voice muttered.Gornt turned. Paul Choy and Venus Poon were crammed in a new group who were straggling up. Everyone stared, dumbfounded, into the darkness. "Jesus!""What're you doing here, Paul?""Oh hello, Mr. Gornt! My … my uncle's in there," Paul Choy said, hardly able to talk. "Jesus Christ, lookit!""Four Fingers?""Yes. He . . ."Venus Poon overrode him grandly. "Mr. Wu's waiting for me to discuss a movie contract. He's going to be a film producer."Gornt dismissed the patent fabrication as his mind raced. If he could save Four Fingers, perhaps the old man would help extricate him from the looming stock market debacle. "What floor was he on?""The fifth," Venus Poon said."Paul, cut around to Sinclair Road and work your way up this side of the slope. I'll work down to meet you! Off you go!"The young man raced off before Venus Poon could stop him. The policeman was still distracted. Without hesitation Gornt darted for the barrier. He knew Plumm's fifth-floor apartment well—Four Fingers should be nearby. In the darkness he did not notice Orlanda on the other side of the road.Once over the barrier he moved as fast as he could, his feet sinking into the earth. From time to time he stumbled. "Heya, Honored Sir!" he called out in Cantonese to a nearby stretcher bearer. "Do you have a spare flashlight?""Yes, yes, here you are!" the man said. "But beware, the path is treacherous. There are many ghosts here."Gornt thanked him and hurried off, making better time. Nearing where the foyer would have been he stopped. Up the mountainside as far as he could see was the ugly sloping gash of the slide, a hundred yards wide. On the edges of all three tiers were other buildings and high rises, one under construction, and the thought of being caught in one of those nauseated him. All of Conduit Road had gone, trees torn up, parapets gone. When he looked below he shuddered. "It's impossible," he muttered, remembering the size and strength of the high rise and the joy of Rose Court over the years. Then he saw the lights skeetering over the top of Sinclair Towers, the building that he had always hated—had hated Dunross even more for financing and owning—for destroying his wonderful view. When he noticed the upper corner missing, a flash of pleasure went through him, but it quickly turned to bile as he remembered his own penthouse apartment that had been on the twelfth floor of Rose Court, and all the good times he had had with Orlanda, there and on the eighth floor, now rubble and death filled. "Christ," he said out loud, blessing his joss. Then he went onward. . . .Casey was sitting on a pile of rubble, waiting and in misery. Rescuers were all over the slope working in semidarkness, picking their way over the dangerous surfaces, alternatively calling and listening for calls from those who were trapped. Here and there a few were digging desperately, moving rubble away as another unfortunate was found.Nervously she got up and peered down the slope, seeking Dunross. He had quickly disappeared from her line of sight into the wreckage, but from time to time she had caught a glint from his flashlight. Now for some minutes she had seen nothing. Her anxiety increased, the minutes hanging, and whenever the wreck settled more fear had whipped her. Line, Line's somewhere there, was pounding on her brain. I've got to do something, I can't just sit, better to sit and wait and pray and wait, wait for Ian to come back. He'll find him …In a sudden fright she leapt to her feet. A great section halfway down the slope had broken free, scattering rescuers who ran for their lives. In a moment the chain reaction ceased and it was quiet again but her heart kept up its pounding. There was no moving glint of Dunross's light to reassure her. "Oh Jesus let him be all right!""Casey? Casey, is that you?" Gornt came out of the darkness and scrambled up to her."Oh Quillan," she began pathetically and he held her in his arms, his strength giving her strength. "Please help Lin—""I came as soon as I heard," he told her quickly, overriding her. "It was on the wireless. Christ, I was petrified you were … I never expected . . . Hold on, Casey!""I'm . . . I'm all right. Line's in … he's in there somewhere, Quillan.""What? But how? Did he an—""He was in Or … Orlanda's apartment and la—""Perhaps you're wrong, Casey. Lis—""No. Orlanda told me.""Eh? She got out too?" Gornt gasped. "Orlanda got out?""Yes. She was with me, near me, back there, I saw it all happen, Quillan, I saw the whole terrible avalanche and the whole building collapse and then I ran here, Ian came to help and Line's d—""Dunross? He got out too?" he asked, bile in his mouth."Oh yes. Yes, he's down there now. Some of the building shifted and the elevator, the elevator was full of bodies. He's down there somewhere, looking . . . looking in case …" Her voice died away.She saw Gornt shift his attention to the slope. "Who else got out?""Jacques, the Chens, that newspaperman, I don't know …" She could not see his face so she could not read him. "You're sorry that . . . that lan's alive?""No. On the contrary. Where did he go?""Down there." She took his flashlight and directed it. "There, where that outcrop is. He, I haven't seen him for a while but just there. You see the remains of the elevator? Near there." Now she could see his face better, dark eyes, the bearded chiseled face, but it told her nothing."Stay here," he said. "You're safe here." He took the flashlight and moved into the wreckage, soon to be swallowed by it.The rain was heavier now, warm like the night was warm, and Gornt spat the bile out of his mouth, glad that his enemy was alive, hating that he was alive, but wanting him alive more.It was very slippery as he worked his way down. A slab teetered and gave way. He stumbled, barked his shin and cursed, then moved onward, his flashlight seeking safety where he knew there was none. So Ian bloody tai-pan Dunross got out before it collapsed, he was thinking. That bugger's got a charmed life! Christ! But don't forget, the gods were on your side too. Don't forget th—He stopped. Faint calls for help from somewhere near. Intently he listened again but he could not identify the direction. He called out, "Where are you, where are you?" listening again. Nothing. Hesitating, he reexamined the way ahead. This whole god-cursed mess can slide down a hundred feet or more at the drop of a hat, he thought. "Where are you?" Still nothing, so cautiously he went on, the gas smell heavy.When he got nearer to the remains of the elevator he looked at the bodies, not recognizing any of them, went on and eased around a corner, ducking under an overhang. Suddenly a flashlight blinded him."What the hell're you doing here, Quillan?" Dunross asked."Looking for you," Gornt said grimly, putting the light on him. "Casey told me you were playing hide and seek."Dunross was resting on some rubble, catching his breath, his arms ripped and bloody, clothes in tatters. When this part of the wreckage had shifted, the way in had shrieked closed. As he had darted for safety the flashlight had been knocked out of his hand and when the avalanche subsided he was trapped with Clinker. It had taken him all his will not to panic in the darkness. Patiently he worked the area, his fingers groping, seeking the flashlight. Inch by inch. And when he was almost ready to give up, his fingers locked on it. In the light once more, fear had left him. The light had pointed a new way out. He stared back at Gornt, then smiled with the skin of his face. "Sorry I'm not dead?"Gornt shrugged and smiled the same rotten smile. "Yes. Joss. But it'll happen soon enough." The overhang creaked and shifted slightly and his light swung upward. Both men held their breath. It settled back with a sigh. "Sooner if we don't get to hell out of here."