trouble? Dealing with Orientals might be tricky, and yet. . . he thought of that slim body, that exquisite body.
Tania found Dong Tho supervising in the kitchen.
‘Papa . . .’ She beckoned.
He followed her out into the corridor.
‘Mr. Lewis wants to talk to me on Sunday morning,’ she said. ‘Where can I take him?’
Dong Tho’s little black eyes lit up with joy.
‘Ask him here, of course. He can always have the private room.’
Tania looked steadily at her father, then shook her head.
‘There should be a bed, Papa.’
Dong Tho flinched, but he was a realist. His brain always worked swiftly. If his daughter became the mistress of the husband of the richest woman in the City, not only Tania, but he, himself, must surely benefit.
‘There’s the Wang-Cho Hotel,’ he suggested. ‘It is very discreet.’
Tania shook her head.
‘Oh no. Mr. Lewis wouldn’t like that. He is a great gentleman. The rooms are too small and there is only the bed. No, that wouldn’t do.’ She paused, then looked steadily at her father. ‘I believe he has fallen in love with me.’
Dong Tho brightened. This was becoming better and better. He thought for a long moment, selecting and discarding, then he said, ‘I could speak to Anna Woo. She might let you have her apartment for the morning.’
Anna Woo was the most successful call girl in the Chinese quarter of the City. She had a luxurious one-room apartment on the ground floor of an apartment block inhabited by rich Chinese who minded their own business and were never curious.
‘That would do very well,’ Tania said.
‘But Anna is a great thief.’ Dong Tho frowned. ‘It will cost a lot of my money. Are you sure he is serious? This isn’t just a one-night stand?’
‘No . . . I am sure he is very serious.’
‘Then I will telephone her now.’
Tania went into the kitchen and filled a bowl with Chinese soup. She filled another bowl with fried shrimps and rice and carried them to Harry.
‘Well?’ he asked feverishly. ‘Have you spoken to your father?’
‘Not yet,’ Tania said, putting the bowls before him. ‘Please enjoy your lunch.’ As she left the room, she paused and looked at him, then she smiled. ‘Don’t be anxious,’ and she shut the door.
‘Well, that’s how it began,’ Al Barney said, accepting another cigarette. ‘It had to end in trouble, of course, but these sort of affairs generally do, but the following Sunday morning was the happiest Harry had ever spent, and after all those months of living like a monk, he became obsessed with Tania.’
As luck would have it, Lisa was having one of her bad spells. From time to time, she had a lot of pain and when Harry went to her room this Sunday morning, Helgar met him at the door and said Madame shouldn’t be disturbed. She was under sedation. This was a relief to Harry as he was so worked up at the thought of meeting Tania, he wasn’t too sure that he wouldn’t have betrayed himself if Lisa had seen him. He told Helgar he would be back in a couple of hours or so, and she stared at him with her cold, hostile eyes, saying nothing.
Harry had already called Jack English, warning him he would be at the club house. English said it was okay with him because his girl had the ‘curse’ and he would be playing golf.
‘Found something interesting, Harry?’
‘Yes. We’ll have to take it in turns now.’
‘My luck! Well, okay, you’ve been a pal to me. I’ll go along with you.’
Harry was pleased with Anna Woo’s apartment. There was parking space under cover for the Aston Martin, and when Tania let him into the apartment, he was startled at the luxury of it all. Anna Woo knew how to live. The big airy room with its green sun shutters, its ornate furniture and blood-red, heavy pile carpet and its king’s size divan made an ideal love nest.
Tania was wearing a pale blue sheath over her white trousers and she had her hair loose . . . it reached down to her waist.
She looked so lovely
Tania found Dong Tho supervising in the kitchen.
‘Papa . . .’ She beckoned.
He followed her out into the corridor.
‘Mr. Lewis wants to talk to me on Sunday morning,’ she said. ‘Where can I take him?’
Dong Tho’s little black eyes lit up with joy.
‘Ask him here, of course. He can always have the private room.’
Tania looked steadily at her father, then shook her head.
‘There should be a bed, Papa.’
Dong Tho flinched, but he was a realist. His brain always worked swiftly. If his daughter became the mistress of the husband of the richest woman in the City, not only Tania, but he, himself, must surely benefit.
‘There’s the Wang-Cho Hotel,’ he suggested. ‘It is very discreet.’
Tania shook her head.
‘Oh no. Mr. Lewis wouldn’t like that. He is a great gentleman. The rooms are too small and there is only the bed. No, that wouldn’t do.’ She paused, then looked steadily at her father. ‘I believe he has fallen in love with me.’
Dong Tho brightened. This was becoming better and better. He thought for a long moment, selecting and discarding, then he said, ‘I could speak to Anna Woo. She might let you have her apartment for the morning.’
Anna Woo was the most successful call girl in the Chinese quarter of the City. She had a luxurious one-room apartment on the ground floor of an apartment block inhabited by rich Chinese who minded their own business and were never curious.
‘That would do very well,’ Tania said.
‘But Anna is a great thief.’ Dong Tho frowned. ‘It will cost a lot of my money. Are you sure he is serious? This isn’t just a one-night stand?’
‘No . . . I am sure he is very serious.’
‘Then I will telephone her now.’
Tania went into the kitchen and filled a bowl with Chinese soup. She filled another bowl with fried shrimps and rice and carried them to Harry.
‘Well?’ he asked feverishly. ‘Have you spoken to your father?’
‘Not yet,’ Tania said, putting the bowls before him. ‘Please enjoy your lunch.’ As she left the room, she paused and looked at him, then she smiled. ‘Don’t be anxious,’ and she shut the door.
‘Well, that’s how it began,’ Al Barney said, accepting another cigarette. ‘It had to end in trouble, of course, but these sort of affairs generally do, but the following Sunday morning was the happiest Harry had ever spent, and after all those months of living like a monk, he became obsessed with Tania.’
As luck would have it, Lisa was having one of her bad spells. From time to time, she had a lot of pain and when Harry went to her room this Sunday morning, Helgar met him at the door and said Madame shouldn’t be disturbed. She was under sedation. This was a relief to Harry as he was so worked up at the thought of meeting Tania, he wasn’t too sure that he wouldn’t have betrayed himself if Lisa had seen him. He told Helgar he would be back in a couple of hours or so, and she stared at him with her cold, hostile eyes, saying nothing.
Harry had already called Jack English, warning him he would be at the club house. English said it was okay with him because his girl had the ‘curse’ and he would be playing golf.
‘Found something interesting, Harry?’
‘Yes. We’ll have to take it in turns now.’
‘My luck! Well, okay, you’ve been a pal to me. I’ll go along with you.’
Harry was pleased with Anna Woo’s apartment. There was parking space under cover for the Aston Martin, and when Tania let him into the apartment, he was startled at the luxury of it all. Anna Woo knew how to live. The big airy room with its green sun shutters, its ornate furniture and blood-red, heavy pile carpet and its king’s size divan made an ideal love nest.
Tania was wearing a pale blue sheath over her white trousers and she had her hair loose . . . it reached down to her waist.
She looked so lovely
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