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A lamp burned in the dark by the bed. The doctor fluttered over her, nervous and sweating, frameless spectacles magnifying myopic eyes.
โWell?โ Blairโs impatience increased the doctorโs agitation. He would be well paid for this illegal night call, but he was still scared.
โShe has a broken nose, concussion. Two, maybe three, broken ribs. It is impossible to say what internal injuries there might be. You must get her to a hospital.โ
โNot in Bangkok. Can you give her something to kill the pain?โ
He opened his bag. โI can give her some sedatives.โ
โI donโt want her falling asleep. She needs to walk out of here.โ
The doctor pushed his spectacles up on the bridge of his nose and turned wide eyes on the big Scotsman. โI do not think this would be wise.โ
โIโm not asking you to think. Iโm asking you to patch her up as best you can.โ Blairโs voice was tight with restraint, clipped short by the rage he fought to control. The stink of dirty socks and sweat in the airless heat of this tiny bedroom was choking him. He went out to the smell of stale curry and cigarette smoke that permeated Saritโs apartment. Sarit glanced up from the telephone and nodded. After a further exchange he replaced the receiver and turned towards him, the ubiquitous cigarette dangling from his lips.
โIs done, Mistah Blaih. Eight-thirty in morning. First flight to Hong Kong.โ
โHong Kong? Couldnโt you do better than that?โ
Sarit shrugged and mopped the sweat from his brow with a damp handkerchief. โSorry Mistah Blaih. First seats on London flight not before end of week.โ He nodded towards a bag lying near the door. โLa Mรจre Grace girl, she bring Miss Lisaโs stuff. You want her get dressed?โ
Blair looked at his watch. It was a little after four a.m. โIn a couple of hours, when the doctorโs finished.โ
โShe gonna be alright, Mistah Blaih?โ
โI hope so, Sarit. I hope so.โ
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The towers and turrets of the Grand Palace caught the rose-coloured light of the early morning sun across the river. In the foreground the concrete and steel constructions of the twentieth century jutted skyward, obscuring the view, until they turned away north, leaving the river behind. The traffic was already brisk: taxis, trams, buses, private cars, samlors โ this great south-east Asian metropolis awaking after the dark hours of curfew.
Blair sat in the back of the taxi behind Sarit, rigid with tension. Beside him Lisaโs glazed eyes gazed out from behind dark glasses at the receding city. Her sense of pain was vague, somewhere far away, as if her body and her mind resided in separate places. She had no clear idea of what was happening. The sights that spooled by the window were like flickering images on a screen, remote and unreal. She had an urgent longing to close her swollen eyes and sleep, but the man who sat beside her seemed ever-present, his fingers closed tightly around her arm, urging her to stay awake, to move with him, walk with him, carry the pain.
Blair glanced at her and felt the burden of responsibility. โI suppose theyโll have found the body by now.โ
Sarit turned and breathed smoke through his yellow teeth. โTuk? His servants will have phone police last night. They look for you for sure.โ
โAnd Grace?โ
Sarit chuckled. โHah! You no worry about her. She never be seen again, that certain.โ
Blair was little comforted. He examined himself in the rearview mirror. At a glance the black hair dye took years off him. But it seemed, too, to emphasize the lines on a face which appeared paler, more drawn. The man who stared back at him made him feel older inside. He felt trapped in his neatly pressed suit, prisoner of an image that was not him. He reached into an inside pocket and took out a British passport in the name of Robert Wilson. The face of the man in the rearview mirror looked back at him from page three. His heart skipped a beat. The glasses! Heโd forgotten the glasses. He drew them out from his breast pocket and slipped them on, heavy tortoiseshell-framed spectacles.
Sarit grinned. โNo worries, Mistah Blaih. Even I donโt recognize you.โ And he turned around, still chuckling, to face the front, smoke rising as he lit another cigarette.
The airport terminal was relatively quiet, and the Scotsman cursed the early hour of the flight. Airport security men, carrying small sub-machine guns, cast inscrutable eyes over the comings and goings. Blair knew the girl would attract attention. Her dark glasses could not disguise her bruised and swollen face, and she could barely walk.
Sarit collected their tickets from the Cathay Pacific reservations desk. He was anxious to pass them on to Blair and be gone. โDangerous to be seen together,โ he said with a little nervous laugh. โGoodbye, Mistah Blaih, good luck.โ He hurried away, leaving a trail of cigarette smoke in his wake.
The girl at the check-in desk took their luggage and gave them two adjacent seats in non-smoking. She looked doubtfully at Lisa. โI hope you enjoyed your stay in Bangkok.โ
Blair smiled. โVery much.โ
She handed him the boarding cards. โGate five. Boarding in ten minutes.โ
Lisa was rapidly losing her grip on consciousness. Blair held her firmly round the waist, whispering constant encouragement. They passed through security, where officers insisted on searching her handbag. Blair waited patiently, aware all the time of curious eyes upon them. A stolid middle-aged woman, hair drawn tightly back from her face, scanned each of their passports thoroughly before waving them through immigration without a word. Blair breathed an inner sigh of relief, and looked along the signs for gate five.
โStop!โ The voice came like a blow to the back of his head. Blair turned to find a blue-uniformed security man advancing towards them. โPassports, please.โ
Blair quelled his instinct to react physically โ
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