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Someone had a cousin on Bombay who could arrange to convert the scrip to rupees, and then the rupees to good British pounds if need be. One thing she’d come to understand among the Chinese who lived in this places like Singapore and India, from from China, is that someone always had a cousin who did something needful.
Here, sooner or later, one of the cousins would speak out of turn, or someone would notice unusual shipments of various commodities.
Or Threadgill Angus al-Wazir would turn himself in.
“Hmm?” He wasn’t really looking at her now. Something large and heavay clanged hard in the distance, leading to a whir of startled wings from high up on the cave roof and shouted curses in Chinese.
“If you need to walk away, I hope you find it in your heart to tell me first.”