Adventure stories; China -- Fiction; Science fiction; Tibet Autonomous Region (China) -- Fiction
Philipson smiled. 'Have no fear,' he said. 'I fully understand that
the burden of consumption will rest upon me. It is, I may say, a
habit of mine to drink freely, and that of the best obtainable, on
all occasions. Nothing gives me greater pleasure than to drink large
quantities of good wine.'
I thought this was a pretty naive assertion for a man to make, but
Philipson seemed quite unconscious of anything queer about the
remark he had made. He poured out two glasses, pledged me politely,
and continued to sip with zest all the time he was talking. I fully
expected to see him get soused, but, far from that, beyond causing
him to speak with a little deeper earnestness, the wine left Saunders
Philipson entirely unaffected. His speech remained clear, with a sort
of musical, incisive clearness it always had, and the clarity with
which he unfolded his tale grew, if anything, as the night advanced.
'You are, I understand, pretty hard up at present, Mirlees?' he began,
coolly.
'That's so,' I replied, 'but I don't know how you came to understand
it.'
'Do not trouble to inquire. I know many things about many people that
would surprise them.' And with that he began to prove it, quoting facts
from my career since I had come East that I had thought unknown to
anybody but Ronald Mirlees.
'So you see,' he concluded, with a business-like pull at his glass, 'I
have a fair general idea of your status and antecedents. But it was
only last night I found out about you the fact that really concerns
me.'
'What was that?'
'That you are a comrade to be relied upon,' he said with the sincerest
and most matter-of-fact air in the world, 'and that you are free from
any absurd prejudice against the Asiatic as such.'
'What makes you think that?'
'Your actions have proved that you, at least, do not consider him less
worthy of consideration than a European. How many white men would have
stepped in to see fair play for a Chinese as you did last night?'
'Perhaps not many.'
'Very few indeed at the risk of their own lives. That fact alone would
have singled you out in my mind as the ideal man to help me.'
'What do you want me to do?'
'I want you to partner me in about the biggest adventure two men ever
undertook.'
'And you think I'd be more inclined to say yes because I'm on the
rocks?'
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