A Coffin From Hong Kong by James Hadley Chase Read Free Book Online Page A

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    I found Janet West in a large room equipped like an office. She sat at a desk, a triple cheque book in front of her and a pile of bills at her elbow. She was writing a cheque as I entered the room. She looked up, her eyes probing. She gave me a slight smile which could have meant anything and indicated a chair by the desk.
    "Are you going to Hong Kong, Mr. Ryan?" she asked, pushing the cheque book aside. She watched me as I sat down.
    "I guess so, but I can't leave at once. I could make it by the end of the week if I'm lucky." "You will need a smallpox shot. Cholera too would be wise, but it isn't compulsory."
    "I'm all up to date with my shots." I took out a pack of cigarettes, offered it and when she shook her head, I lit up and put the pack back in my pocket. "Mr. Jefferson said you had some letters from his son. I need every scrap of information I can get, otherwise it'll be just so much waste of time going all that way." "I have them ready for you."
    She opened a drawer and took out about six letters which she handed to me.
    "Herman only wrote once a year. Apart from the address I'm afraid they won't tell you much."
    I glanced through the letters: they were very short. In each one was an urgent request for money. Herman Jefferson was no correspondent, but he certainly seemed to have had money on his mind. He merely stated he was in good health and he wasn't having any luck and could his father let him have some money as soon as he could. The first letter was dated five years ago and each letter was written at yearly intervals. The last letter, however, did interest me. It was dated a year ago.
    Celestial Empire Hotel,
    Wanchai
    Dear Dad,
    I've met a Chinese girl and I'm marrying her. Her name is Jo-An. She has had a tough life as she is a refugee from China, but she's pretty, smart and my type of woman. I guess you won't be exactly pleased with my news, but you've always said I must lead my own life so I'm marrying her. I'm satisfied she'll make me a good wife. I'm looking around for an apartment but it is not easy as prices come high. We may decide to stay on here at the hotel. It is convenient in some ways although I prefer to have a home of my own.
    I hope you will send us your blessing. If you feel like sending a cheque towards an apartment it would be very welcome.
    Yours ever,
    Herman.
    I laid down the letter.
    "That was the last letter he wrote," Janet West said quietly. "Mr. Jefferson was very angry. He cabled, forbidding the marriage. He heard nothing more from or about his son until ten days ago when this letter arrived."
    She handed over a letter written on cheap notepaper which smelt faintly of sandalwood. The writing was badly formed and not easy to read.
    Celestial Empire Hotel,
    Wanchai
    Mr. Jefferson,
    Herman died yesterday. He had a car crash. He often said he wanted to be buried at home. I have no money but if you will send me some I will bring him back so he can be buried the way he wanted to be. I have no money to bury him here.
    Jo-An Jefferson.
    This struck me as a pathetic letter and I imagined this Chinese girl suddenly left alone with the unburied body of her husband, without money and without any future unless her father-in law relented and took pity on her. "Then what happpened?" I asked.
    Janet West rolled her gold fountain pen across the blotter. Her remote eyes went a shade more remote.
    "Mr. Jefferson wasn't satisfied this letter was genuine. He thought possibly this woman was trying to get money out of him and that his son wasn't dead. I telephoned the American Consul at Hong Kong and learned that Herman had died in a motor accident. Mr. Jefferson then told me to write to this woman, telling her to send the body back. He suggested she should remain in Hong Kong and he would arrange an income to be paid regularly to her, but as you know, she came back with the body, although she didn't come here." "And the body?"
    I had a sudden idea that she was controlling herself. I