Fantasy fiction; Science fiction; Utopias -- Fiction
"My sentiments, also," he replied, lighting a cigarette. "By the way, I
hope you're not incommoded in any way by my--er--odor!"
"Good Heaven! What do you mean?"
"The Chinaman smells quite different to the European, though not
necessarily unpleasantly. It's taken me quite a lot of trouble to attain
the essential perfume!"
He grinned impishly as he said it, and there certainly was a sort of
stale, camphory smell, now he mentioned it.
"You're a great artist, Rolston, and I don't know what I should do
without you, oh, Mandarin from Yuen-Nan!"
"That's another point," he said quickly. "You wouldn't guess why I'm
supposed to come from Yuen-Nan, where I actually did spend some years of
my childhood?"
"Not in the least."
"It's the principal opium producing Province in China," he replied, with
a quick look at me. "Now, Sir Thomas, I've let the cat out of the bag.
You see how I propose to attract the Chinese here, and get into their
confidence."
A light flashed in upon me, and I took a long breath.
"But it would never do," I said. "If we were to start an opium den in
that room upstairs, we should have the police in in a fortnight, and
then the game would be up entirely."
He smiled superior.
"There will never be a single pipe of opium smoked in the 'Golden
Swan,'" he said. "Of that I can assure you. That will be the very
strictest rule that I shall make, but I shall supply opium to the
customers, in varying quantities, and at intervals, according to the
need of each individual case. It is almost impossible to bribe a
Chinaman with money--the better sort, that is, the picked and chosen men
who will be around Mr. Morse himself. But opium is quite another thing,
and besides they won't know they're being bribed. I sat hours and hours
working this thing out and I'm confident it's the only way."
When he said that I realized that he spoke the truth, but I confess that
the idea startled and alarmed me.
"We shall be breaking the law, Rolston. We shall be risking heavy fines
and certain imprisonment if we're found out."
"To that I would say two things, Sir Thomas. First of all, that no fine
matters; and secondly, that I shouldn't in the least mind doing six
months if necessary. This great game is worth more than that. But
secondly, and you may really put your mind at ease, we shall _not_ be
found out. I have worked the thing out to a hair's breadth and my system
is so complete that discovery is utterly impossible."
"I oughtn't to let you risk it, though of course I shall share equally
if anything happens."
He disregarded this entirely.
"But the stuff," I said, "the opium itself, how will you get that?"
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