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Paul Choy shifted uneasily. There were four coins, tai-pan. Mr. Chen's coin must be one of the others. This one belongs, belonged to my father. You remember what he said at Aberdeen?

You know this coin was stolen from Phillip Chen? Paul Choy stared at him, then recovered quickly. This coin's from Four Finger Wu. I know of no theft. It came from my father, that's all I know. It was my father's.

You'll have to prove Four Fingers gave it to you.

Dunross stared at him silently, trying to shake him, dealing with him Western style. Paul Choy wavered but held his gaze steady. Interesting, Dunross thought. You're a tough little bastard and good. Now, are you an emissary of Goldtooth Wu, the eldest son, or a thief and here on your own account? He left the silence hanging, using it to undermine his opponent while he rethought his position. The moment Paul Choy had called yesterday to ask for an appointment he had known the reason. But how to handle it? Four Fingers barely dead and now I've a new enemy, he thought, strong, well trained with lots of balls. Even so, he's got weak links like anyone. Like you have. Gornt's one of them. Riko could be another. Ah, Riko What is it about her that moves you so much?

Did you ever see it, this particular one, in his possession, sir?

I know what I have at stake. Dunross made his voice grate. Do you?

Did you ever see it, this particular one, in his possession, sir?

You know this coin was stolen from Phillip Chen? Paul Choy stared at him, then recovered quickly. This coin's from Four Finger Wu. I know of no theft. It came from my father, that's all I know. It was my father's.

Paul Choy shifted uneasily. There were four coins, tai-pan. Mr. Chen's coin must be one of the others. This one belongs, belonged to my father. You remember what he said at Aberdeen?

Did you ever see it, this particular one, in his possession, sir?

Dunross had already talked to Phillip Chen about the coin. Is there no way to prove it's yours, Phillip? he had asked him.

You know this coin was stolen from Phillip Chen? Paul Choy stared at him, then recovered quickly. This coin's from Four Finger Wu. I know of no theft. It came from my father, that's all I know. It was my father's.

He went down to the next floor, to his office. Afternoon, Mr. Choy, what can I do for you? He had already sent condolences about Four Finger Wu.

Dunross kept his eyes boring into the youth. It's Phillip Chen's.

The young man shook his head, his throat tight. No. You're absolutely no fool, tai-pan. But if I present the coin, you will grant the favor.

Are you now?

He went down to the next floor, to his office. Afternoon, Mr. Choy, what can I do for you? He had already sent condolences about Four Finger Wu.

Who in the family Wu? Dunross asked harshly, deliberately rough. The coin was given to an individual who would pass it on to an individual. Who?

Who in the family Wu? Dunross asked harshly, deliberately rough. The coin was given to an individual who would pass it on to an individual. Who?

Who in the family Wu? Dunross asked harshly, deliberately rough. The coin was given to an individual who would pass it on to an individual. Who?

First I would ask who has the other half, now that Four Fingers is an ancestor.

Sorry, tai-pan, I don't have to prove anything, Paul Choy replied confidently. I just have to present the coin and ask the favor. In secret. Everything secret, that's the deal. If it's the real coin your honor and the face of the Noble House is at stake and the fa-

Dunross kept his eyes boring into the youth. It's Phillip Chen's.

I know what I have at stake. Dunross made his voice grate. Do you?

Dunross had already talked to Phillip Chen about the coin. Is there no way to prove it's yours, Phillip? he had asked him.

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