Part 64 (1/2)

'Where is he?'

'In Chou Dong Prison. It's down by the river. But listen to me.' He pushed a rack of toast toward her and she took a piece because she knew he was trying to help. 'This whole business of your kidnapping has caused a bit of a stink, what with the police looking into Feng Po Chu's death and everything.'

Her head jerked up. 'I thought they said I was in the clear. It was self-defence.'

'That's true.' He reached out and patted her hand, but she could tell his sense of order was dislocated. 'You see, Sir Edward Carlisle feels that the sooner it all dies down the better because, to be honest, it has created a lot of tension between the Chinese and ourselves. If you go around complaining and making a fuss about this Communist down at the prison, well, it'll just stir things up even worse. So if you want my advice, I suggest you keep well clear. Get back to bed and stay there until this is all done with. I'm very sorry, Lydia, I know it's hard, but it's for the best, my dear.'

Lydia spread b.u.t.ter on her toast. Drizzled honey on it. Snapped it in two.

'Best for who?' she asked.

'Best for you.'

She looked at him. Behind his spectacles his eyes were full of concern.

'Will you drive me to the Serov villa on your way to the office today, please?'

'There's no need.'

'What do you mean?'

'Alexei Serov calls here every morning. Nine-thirty sharp he's been arriving on our doorstep to ask after your health.'

'Chyort! Why did no one tell me?' Why did no one tell me?'

'Come on, Lydia, you know what your mother thinks of him. She'll probably give me h.e.l.l just for telling you.'

Lydia allowed herself a little bright window of hope.

'Alexei, tell me what happened. Please. I need to know.'

The tall Russian looked relieved, and Lydia realised he'd been expecting a more difficult question. He was seated on the leather sofa, legs crossed, his gloves placed tidily beside him, his body as relaxed as ever in a dark well-cut suit, but his expression was tense.

'You're looking much better, Miss Ivanova,' he'd said.

It was a lie but a nice one, so she let it pa.s.s. Their exchanges so far had been peppered with awkward silences. The usual words of polite conversation did not seem to be enough between them. Not anymore.

'Tell me,' she repeated, 'how you found me.'

'It wasn't hard. But,' he gave an easy laugh, 'don't tell Sir Edward that. He thinks I'm a hero.'

She smiled. 'So do I.'

'No. I just used my contacts. No heroics.'

'But why did Chang come to you of all people?'

He leaned forward, green eyes suddenly very hard, and she could see the military man in him. 'He learned of the split between Feng and Po Chu, heard a whisper that Po Chu was siding with the Kuomintang against his father. That meant their spies would know exactly where he was hiding out. So your Communist used his brains. Who was the one person who knew you but also had influence over the Chinese?' He shrugged and spread his hands. 'Myself. And the only way he knew of finding me quickly was through the Kuomintang.'

'But now Chang An Lo is in prison.'

His long face studied hers intently. 'Yes.'

'Can't you do something? Please. To get him out.'

'Lydia, don't be foolish, this isn't a game. Chiang Kai-shek and the Kuomintang army are at war with the Communists. They slaughter each other every day, sometimes hundreds at a time. Chang knew that when he walked into Captain Wah's arms. So no, I can't get him out.'

'But Alexei, he stuck up a few posters, that's all. Surely not enough to . . .'

He barked out a scornful laugh. 'Don't be absurd. He's a trained code breaker. One of their best. That's why the Kuomintang are interrogating him now before . . .' He stopped.

There was a silence in the room so crystal clear that Valentina's soft footsteps could be heard pacing up and down outside the door. It had taken a lot of 'discussion' to convince Valentina that Lydia owed the Russian this courtesy.

'Alexei.'

'Whatever it is you want, Miss Ivanova, the answer is no.'

'You are in a powerful position, Alexei.'

He stood up quickly and gathered his gloves to him. 'Time for me to leave.'

The walls of Alexei Serov's office were painted bright yellow on the top half and a drab olive green on the bottom half. His desk was gunmetal grey and the floor just bare boards. Lydia regarded it with distaste as she sat silently on a bentwood chair in a corner and watched Alexei plough through a pile of paperwork. She noticed the way his brown hair, though still short, was starting to curl again behind his ear and the speed with which he scanned each doc.u.ment in front of him. But she was irritated by him. How could he sit there so calmly when elsewhere in the building Chang An Lo was . . . ? Was what?

In pain? On a rack? In chains?

Dead?

Twice she interrupted him. 'Is he coming?'

Twice Alexei had sighed, lifted his head, and looked at her with disapproval.

'I've given the order for him to be brought to my office. That's overstepping my mark as it is. I can do no more. This is China. Be patient.'

She sat there for two hours and forty minutes. Then the door opened.

Lydia's face made Chang An Lo's heart burst into life again inside his chest. Her smile filled the drab little room. Her hair. It set the air itself on fire. He ought to have known she'd come, that somehow she'd reach him. He should have believed.