12 Chinks and A Woman by James Hadley Chase Page A

there.”
     Fenner took the torch and climbed out of the cockpit. He felt the boat roll as Miller cut speed.
     Reiger, who was standing well forward, shouted, “Kill it,” and with a flurry the engines stopped. Reiger came over to Fenner, walking carefully as the boat rolled and heaved. “Get your rod out,” he snapped, “and watch these guys.” He was holding the sub-machine-gun. “I'll pass them to you. Make sure they ain't got guns, then pass them to Miller.'
     They both stared into the inky blackness. Reiger flashed on a small torch suddenly. He had heard the creak of oarlocks.
     A small rowboat came bobbing towards them. Fenner could see four men huddled in it and two men at the oars, then Reiger put his lamp out.
     “Keep your ears back for that aeroplane,” Reiger muttered to Fenner.. Then, as the rowboat bumped gently alongside, he put his lamp on again.
     A thin scraggy Chinaman came aboard. “I got four here,” he said to Reiger. “I'll bring the others in four lots.”
     “What about the special?”
     “Sure, sure, I'll bring the special last.”
     Reiger said to Fenner. “Okay, let's start.”
     Fenner stepped back and waited. The Chinamen came on board one by one. Reiger counted them, letting only one come at a time, waiting for Fenner to pass them to Miller, who directed them to the forward cabin. Each Chinaman wore the same clothes, tight shirts and knee-length trousers. They stood sheeplike before Fenner, who patted them down and shoved them over to Miller.
     Two more boatloads came out and it all took some time. The scraggy Chinaman, who had stood on the right-hand side of Reiger while this was going on, said, “Okay, that's the lot. I'll go back for the special now.”
     Reiger said to Miller, “You locked those Chinks in?” His voice sounded uneasy to Fenner.
     “Bolts on,” Miller assured him.
     Fenner wondered what the 'special' was. He sensed a sudden tension between Miller and Reiger. They all waited in the darkness, their ears straining for the long-boat to return. At last they heard the faint splash of oars. Reiger snapped on his torch and, reaching out with a boat-hook, held the long-boat steady.
     The scraggy Chinaman climbed on board. He reached down and the oarsman handed a small figure over to him. A quick pull, and the special was aboard.
     “Don't you worry about this,” Reiger said to Fenner.
     Fenner flashed his torch on the special. He gave a soft grunt. It was a girl. He'd guessed as much. She was about thirteen or fourteen years old, Chinese, and pretty. She looked very scared and cold. She wore the same tight shirt and knee-length trousers.
     With an oath, Reiger struck the torch from his hand. “Keep out of this,” he said between his teeth. “Miller, get her under cover.”
     Reiger turned to the Chinaman, who gave him a package wrapped in oilskin, and then climbed into the long-boat, which disappeared into the night.
     Fenner said between his teeth: “There's a nice rap hanging to this sort of racket.”
     Reiger said, “Yeah? You gettin' milky?”
     “I guess I was entitled to know you were runnin' women. That ain't a thing that gets passed over easily.”
     “What do you think? A twist is worth ten Chinks, if you can get them. So shut up, will you?”
     Fenner didn't say anything, he let Reiger go to the cockpit. He stood there brooding. Was this the answer to the riddle? They'd picked up twelve Chinks and a woman. Was that what this sister of Marian's was trying to hint at? Or was it just a coincidence? He didn't know.
     Miller shouted. “Take her back, Reiger, I've had enough of it.”
     Reiger said, “Sure, tell the Nigger to start her up.”
     The boat quivered as the engines sprang into life. Fenner sat down with his back to the cockpit