The two youths were gone。 It seemed that they had only been in front of him a split second。 Still in shock he forced his feet into motion； trying to etch the little he had seen of their faces on his memory。 Then an oning woman shoved him rudely and he swore； their faces fading。 Then someone grabbed him roughly。
〃Where's the fornicating bag？〃
〃What？〃 he gasped； staring down at the evil…looking thug who was Goodweather Poon。
〃Your bag … where's it gone？〃
〃Two young men 。。。〃 Helplessly he pointed backward。 The man cursed and hurried past； weaving in and out of the crowd； put his fingers to his lips and whistled shrilly。 Few people paid any attention to him。 Other toughs began to converge； then Goodweather Poon caught sight of the two youths with the attaché case as they turned off the well…lit main road into an alley。 He broke into a run； others following him。
Smallpox Kin and his younger brother went into the crowds without hurrying； the alley unlit except for the bare bulbs of the dingy stalls and stores。 They grinned； one to another。 pletely confident now； they took off their glasses and caps and stuffed them into their pockets。 Both were very similar … almost twins … and now they melted even more into the raucous shoppers。
〃Dew neh loh moh that old bastard looked frightened to death！〃 Smallpox Kin chortled。 〃In one step we have reached heaven！〃
〃Yes。 And next week when we snatch him he'll pay up as easily as an old dog farts！〃
They laughed and stopped a moment in the light of a stall and peeked into the bag。 When they both saw the bundle of notes both sighed。 〃Ayeeyah； truly we've reached heaven with one step； Elder Brother。 Pity the son is dead and buried。〃
Smallpox Kin shrugged as they went on； turning into a smaller alley； then another； surefooted in the darkening maze。 〃Honorable Father's right。 We have turned ill luck into good。 It wasn't your fault that bastard's head was soft！ Not at all！ When we dig him up and leave him on the Sha Tin Road with the note on his fornicating chest。 。。。〃 He stopped a moment and they stepped aside in the bustling； jostling crowds to allow a laden； broken…down truck to squeeze past。 As they waited he happened to glance back。 At the far end of this alley he saw three men change direction； seeing him； then begin to hurry toward him。
〃Dew neh loh moh we're betrayed；〃 he gasped then shoved his way forward and took to his heels； his brother close behind。
The two youths were very fast。 Terror lent cunning to their feet as they rushed through the cursing crowd； maneuvering around the inevitable potholes and small stalls； the darkness helping them。 Smallpox Kin led the charge。 He ducked between some stalls and fled down the narrow unlit passageway； the attaché case clutched tightly。 〃Go home a different way； Young Brother；〃 he gasped。
At the next corner he rushed left and his brother went directly on。 Their three pursuers split up as well； two following him。 It was almost impossible to see now in the darkness and the alleys twisted and turned and never a dead end。 His chest was heaving but he was well ahead of his pursuers。 He fled into a shortcut and at once turned into a bedraggled store that； like all the rest； served as a dwelling。 Careless of the family huddled around a screeching television he rushed through them and out the back door； then doubled back to the end of the alley。 He peered around the corner with great caution。 A few people watched him curiously but continued on their way without stopping； wanting no part of what clearly was trouble。
Then； hoping he was safe； he slid into the crowds and walked away quietly； his head down。 His breath was still labored and his head was filled with obscenities and he swore vengeance on Phillip Chen for betraying them。 All gods bear witness； he thought furiously； when we kidnap him next week； before we let him go I'll slice off his nose！ How dare he betray us to the police！ Hey； wait a moment； were those police？
He thought about that as he wandered along in the stream； cautiously doubling back from time to time； just in case。 But now he was sure he was not followed。 He let his mind consider the money and he beamed。 Let's see； what will I do with my 50；000！ I'll put 40 down on an apartment and rent it out at once。 Ayeeyah； I'm a property owner！ I'll buy a Rolex and a revolver and a new throwing knife。 I'll give my wife a bracelet or two； and a couple to White Rose at the Thousand Pleasure Whorehouse。 Tonight we'll have a feast。
Happily he continued on his way。 At a street stall he bought a small cheap suitcase and； in an alley； secretly transferred the money into it。 Farther down the street in another side alley he sold Phillip Chen's good leather attaché case to a hawker for a handsome sum after haggling for five minutes。 Now； very pleased with himself； he caught a bus for Kowloon City where his father had rented a small apartment in an assumed name as one of their havens； far away from their real home in Wanchai near Glessing's Point。 He did not notice Goodweather Poon board the bus； nor the other two men； nor the taxi that followed the bus。
Kowloon City was a festering mess of slums and open drains and squalid dwellings。 Smallpox Kin knew he was safe here。 No police ever came； except in great strength。 When China had leased the New Territories for ninety…nine years in 1898 it had maintained suzerainty over Kowloon City in perpetuity。 In theory the ten square acres were Chinese territory。 The British authorities left the area alone provided it remained quiet。 It was a seething mass of opium dens； illegal gambling schools； triad headquarters； and a sanctuary for the criminal。 From time to time the police would sweep through。 The next day the Kowloon City would bee as it had always been。
The stairs to the fifth…floor apartment in the tenement building were rickety and messy； the plaster cracked and mildewed。 He was tired now。 He knocked on the door； in their secret code。 The door opened。
〃Hello； Father； hello； Dog…eared Chen；〃 he said happily。 〃Here's the cash！〃 Then he saw his younger brother。 〃Oh good； you escaped too？〃
〃Of course！ Dung…eating police in civilian clothes！ We ought to kill one or two for their impertinence。〃 Kin Pak waved a 。38。 〃We ought to have vengeance！〃
〃Perhaps you're right； now that we've got the first money；〃 Father Kin said。
〃I don't think we should kill any police； that would send them mad；〃 Dog…eared Chen said shakily。
〃Dew neh loh moh on all police！〃 young Kin Pak said and pocketed the gun。
Smallpox Kin shrugged。 〃We've got the cash th… 〃
At that moment the door burst open。 Goodweather Poon and three of his men were in the room； knives out。 Everyone froze。 Abruptly Father Kin slid a knife out of his sleeve and ducked left but before he could throw it Goodweather Poon's knife was flailing through the air and it thwanged into his throat。 He clawed at it as he fell backward。 Neither Dog…eared Chen nor the brothers had moved。 They watched him die。 The body twitched； the muscles spasmed for a moment； then was still。
〃Where's Number One Son Chen？〃 Goodweather Poon said； a second knife in his hand。
〃We don't know any Num… 〃
Two of the men fell on Smallpox Kin； slammed his hands outstretched on the table and held them there。 Goodweather Poon leaned forward and sliced off his index finger。 Smallpox Kin went gray。 The other two were paralyzed with fear。
〃Where's Number One Son Chen？〃
Smallpox Kin was staring blankly at his severed finger and the blood that was pulsing onto the table。 He cried out as Goodweather Poon lunged again。 〃Don't don't；〃 he begged； 〃he's dead 。。。 dead and we've buried him I swear it！〃
〃Where？〃
〃Near the Sha 。。。 the Sha Tin Road。 Listen；〃 he screeched desperately； 〃we'll split the money with you。 We'll … 〃 He froze as Goodweather Poon put the tip of his knife into his mouth。
〃Just answer questions； you fornicating whore's turd； or I'll slit your tongue。 Where's Number One Son's things？ The things he had on him？〃
〃We； we sent everything to Noble House Chen； everything except the money he had。 I swear it。〃 He whimpered at the pain。 Suddenly the two men put pressure on one of his elbows and he cried out； 〃All gods