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Sunrise in Hong
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Denise Emery
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SUNRISE IN HONG KONG
'How dare you!' Margaret slapped him. Just once, across theface, as hard as she could. She took several deep breaths beforeshe spoke again, and when she did her voice was low with barely
controlled fury.
'I'll tell you something, Peter Benhurst. You're a bitter, twistedman. And I'll tell you something else. I think you'll live to regret
this conversation and your monstrous assumptions! When thathappens, I'll thank you not to come to me with your apologies,
your, your''Don't worry about it!'
'I won't! But if I live for ever, I will never, ever have anythingfurther to do with you, and that's a promise . .'
SUNRISE IN HONG KONG
ISBN 0600 20266 6
First published in Great Britain 1981
by Severn House Publishers Ltd
Hamlyn Paperbacks edition 1982
Copyright 1980 by Denise Emery
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As a Director of the Barwell College of Business, Charles Beesongave the final lecture of the spring term to those students who had
just completed Barwell's two-year intensive course. His remarks
touched on Determination, and Ambition, and Honourable Business
Ethics.
Over the noise of London traffic which intruded with the breeze
through the open windows of the lecture hall, Mr Beeson wished the
sixty-five hopeful faces in front of him the best of luck in their future
careers. Finally, with measured dignity, he eased his lanky frame out
from behind the oaken lectern, and walked slowly down the neat
rows of chairs, handing out the sealed envelopes which contained the
formal announcement of how well or how badly each student had
done.
Margaret Hamilton, seated at the end of the last row but one at the
back of the room, looked far too fragile to have absorbed four full
terms of the demanding course for which Barwell's was famous.
Her dark hair was brushed into a businesslike coil at the nape of her
neck, but it framed a heart-shaped face in which the features were
both regular and delicate. She was sitting directly in the path of a
shaft of sunlight, and burnished highlights of red-gold appeared in
the curling mass. And although the bottle-green cotton shirtwaist
dress she wore would have been suitable in the most formal office, it
fitted her slender figure as though it had been made for her, and
further emphasized her air of exquisite femininity.
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Yet Margaret Hamilton seemed noticeably more relaxed about her
results than many of the others in the large room, and as Mr Beeson
approached her, she smiled up at him. He smiled back, handing her
the envelope on which her name was written. 'Well done, Margaret,'
he said with quiet approval, as he had to one or two of the others
before her.
Fifteen minutes later, when Margaret emerged from the college into
a cul-de-sac off the Tottenham Court Road, Ralph Nickleby was
waiting for her in their estate car; when he saw her, he leaned out of
the window.
'Thought you'd be ready for a snack, lass!' he shouted cheerfully.
She wrinkled her nose at him as she walked towards the car. When
she'd settled herself into the seat beside him, she looked across in
mock-despair. 'I haven't looked yet, Ralph, but I expect I failed every
course except alphabetical filing. Never mind, you can take me out
to lunch as a consolation!'
Ralph sat patiently while Margaret opened her envelope and
withdrew its contents, read quickly through her examination results
and passed them to him.
'Celebration, more like!' he crowed, beaming. 'What will it be for thelady? Italian, or Greek? Or maybe,' he suggested teasingly, 'you'd
prefer Chinese?' He said that as though it was an afterthought.
It wasn't. It was a reference to the promise Ralph had made to her, on
the raw day late in the previous January when the sombre skies and
frozen ground had so accurately reflected the misery in Margaret's
heart
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Margaret Hamilton's father died in a traffic accident two months
after she was born. Martin Hamilton's only legacy to his daughter,
apart from his name, had been a handful of fading snapshots of his
youthful, smiling face, photographs which Margaret's mother had
carefully preserved. When Margaret was three Dorothy Hamilton
married Ralph Nickleby, and almost from the day she met him
Margaret thought of Ralph as her dad. In his mid-thirties then,
married for the first time, Ralph was delighted with his new status,
with the lovely wife and small daughter who were his 'instant
family'. He was proud of his responsibility for Margaret, too,
determined to look after her in every way as though she was his own.
Ralph Nickleby's profession was the travel business. He had founded
his own agency, Travel Unlimited, Limited, a shoestring operation in
Fulham, the year he and Dorothy met. At first he had worked on his
own to nurse the business into a solidly successful venture. But later,
when he and Dorothy married, she had worked with him, doing most
of the agency book-keeping from home. The business thrived, and
when Ralph opened a second, larger branch in a busy side street just
off Oxford Circus, it became far too much for the two of them to
manage on their own.
That was when Ralph had found the thoroughly capable Phyllis
Gunter, who came to work for him as manageress of the Fulham
branch. 'But not for ever, Ralph,' Phyllis had admitted to him with
cheerful honesty. 'Just until my Bill retires in a few years' time. After
that, we're planning to see a bit of the world for ourselves. By then,
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of course,' she'd added, her eyes twinkling, 'you'll have young
Margaret here, to help you!'
Ever since Margaret had been old enough to go with Ralph to his
office on Saturday mornings, she had seen his work as both exciting
and thoroughly worthwhile; long before she left primary school, she
had decided she wanted to join Ralph in the agency.
Travel Unlimited had not made them rich. But the business had paid
for the tall, spacious house in Notting Hill Gate where Dorothy and
Ralph and Margaret were so happy together, and for a new car
almost every other year. When the time came, Margaret's fees at
Barwell-College of Business were found too. As Dorothy put it, 'If
you're serious about joining Ralph, love, you'd best learn as much
about business procedure as you can before you do it. And then if
you change your mind after a few years, you'll be able to go off and
make a career somewhere else if you want to.'
Margaret was happy enough to do the course, and grateful for the
opportunity. But she knew she wouldn't change her mind about
joining the travel agency. It was something Ralph said, often and
happily, that summed up Margaret's feeling for the business: 'What
better way to earn a living than by bringing pleasure to folks by
sending them off on holiday? Ah, but there's an art to that,' he'd go
on thoughtfully, running his hand through his thick, greying hair.
'The real secret lies in matching the needs and means of each client
to what we've got to offer, even if it means taking less profit than we
might have done. Can't go around bankrupting people just to send
them off on world cruises they won't enjoy for worry.'
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Margaret's first year at Barwell's passed uneventfully, though her
struggles with 'Accounts Procedures in the Modern General Office'
were more than enough of a challenge to convince her that her
mother had been right to suggest she do the course. The first term of
her second and final year included work which was even more
difficult and demanding; by the end of it, shortly before Christmas,
Margaret was exhausted.
Christmas was especially festive that year, deliberately so; Dorothy
planned it that way, determined to give her daughter a real treat
before the beginning of her final months at college. 'An old-
fashioned feast,' Dorothy promised, 'with all the trimmings, and
plenty of people to share it with!'
It was a treat for Margaret. She had celebrated her twenty-first
birthday that autumn; even so, she still loved Christmas with a
child's joy. But as an only child, and well past/the true age of
childhood, Margaret had long since accepted the fact that Christmas
dinner, more often than not, was a meal shared with Ralph and her
mother in a restaurant.
That year, though, the house strained and bulged with people.
Dorothy invited both of Ralph's married sisters and their families
down from Birmingham for Christmas Day and Boxing Day. 'The
more the merrier,' she proclaimed gaily as she baked and cleaned and
laundered in preparation for them all.
Three days after Boxing Day, Ralph had shaken Margaret awake at
five o'clock in the morning, ashen-faced in the shock of having to tell
her that her mother was dead. They found out later that Dorothy
Nickleby had died peacefully in her sleep of a heart attack. Thus it
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was that for a very long time afterwards Margaret brooded on that
special Christmas, and exactly what it had cost her mother to provide
it.
But Margaret's first reaction to her mother's death was stunned, dry-
eyed shock, her mind so filled with the terrible absence that she
couldn't bring herself to weep, not even when the first shovelful of
earth followed Dorothy's simple coffin into the ground. It went on
for many weeks. The college term started, but it started without
Margaret Hamilton.
Finally, as delicately and tactfully as he could, Ralph intruded. 'Ah
Margaret, lass. Charles Beeson's been on to me by telephone, several
times. He's wondering when'
'Tell him never!' Margaret snapped. 'Can't you see it doesn't matter
any more? Can't you simply leave me alone?'
'No! No, indeed I can't, love,' Ralph answered firmly. 'Life goes on.
If your mum were here to back me up on that, she'd I'd' He
broke down then, overcome, as tears welled into his eyes and choked
his voice. Seeing it, Margaret at last began weeping too, and after
that some of the tension of her first grief was eased.
Even then, though, Margaret continued in a depression that was sodeep she no longer wanted to do anything at all. Some days she
didn't even bother to get dressed. Instead, she stayed in her bedroom
in her dressing-gown, listening over and over again to the records
which had been her music-loving mother's favourites.
Finally, in desperation, Ralph tried a piece of straightforward bribery
to pull Margaret out of her extended and useless mourning. 'By theway,' he said casually over dinner, one evening near the end of
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January. 'I, ah, don't think I mentioned it to you, but I'm planning a
sort of holiday for next autumn. Iwell, I wondered if you'd like to
come along with me.'
Margaret looked up from her plate, her green eyes alight with
genuine curiosity for the first time since her mother's death. 'What
sort of holiday?'
'Actually, it's a working holiday,' he answered thankfully. 'I was
thinking that if you did want to come, I could take you along as my
assistant. It would be tax-deductible that way.' He thought about that
for a moment, and then shook his head doubtfully. 'Probably couldn't
get away with that, on second thoughts. If I were to do it, I'd have to
be able to prove to the accountant that you really were my assistant.
Fully qualified to take up employment with Travel Unlimited, and so
on'
'This wouldn't be a bribe, would it, Ralph? To get me to finish
college, I mean?' Margaret asked drily.
'Oh, I'd not put it like that, love!' Ralph answered hastily, as though it
was the furthest thing from his mind. 'Of course if you were to finish
your course at Barwell's, and if you were to come into the agency
next summer, then Phyllis and I between us could begin to show you
the ropes, and then, well! Though, of course, once we got out there,
your real job would be to enjoy yourself.'
'Where exactly is "out there"?' Margaret asked quietly, placing her
fork on her plate with great care.
'Hong Kong.'
'Hong Kong, China?' she breathed, hardly daring to believe it.
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'Unless they've moved it,' he answered innocently, trying to keep a
straight face.
Hong Kong had been Margaret's daydream of paradise for as long as
she could remember, and certainly since before she could read. She
couldn't have been much older than four on the Saturday morning
she first gathered a handful of the gawdy, exciting brochures from
the reception area of Ralph's Fulham agency, brochures which had
been placed there to tempt anyone rich enough and adventurous
enough to want to go there.
Margaret had taken the leaflets home with her, and her mother had
helped her to sound out the simple, singsong syllables which were
the city's name. Dorothy had explained patiently that Hong Kong
was an island at the southeastern tip of the Chinese mainland.
But it was the pictures, more than Dorothy's explanations, which had
caught and held Margaret's imagination: Hong Kong's waterfront by
night, shimmering with many-coloured lights; fishing boats at rest in
the dusky waters of Aberdeen Bay, like so many huge birds; double-
decker buses painted in strong, gay colours, announcing their
destinations in familiar English, as well as in inscrutable Chinese
characters; modern office blocks overlooking street markets piled
high with exotic wares; and the whole pulsating, hectic city teeming
with people, a tantalizing mixture of east and west.
Ever since, Margaret had been fascinated by that beautiful island of
so many worlds, nestling in the South China Sea; she wanted to go
there and see it for herself.
Ralph Nickleby knew that very well, had known it for years. 'Oh
dear,' he had said, scratching his head when Margaret asked him
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about it on her fourteenth birthday. Someday, perhaps. But Hong
Kong is a very long way away, and the fares being what they are, it
gets visited most often by folks on their way out to Australia, or the
far east. It's not the sort of holiday we could afford for the odd long
weekend, lass.'
Even then, the return fares between London and Hong Kong had
hovered extravagantly close to the five hundred pound mark, and
Margaret was old enough by then to know that for most people a
visit there was out of the question. Even so, she could dream.
In short, Ralph could hardly have done better than to come up with a
travel convention in Hong Kong, which Margaret could attend with
him, provided she finished her college course, provided she agreed
to start living her life again
Margaret was seated in her less-than-comfortable lecture chair the
very next morning, neatly dressed in a tartan skirt and woollen
jumper, her hair combed and a dash of lipstick brightening her
sorrow-paled face. She listened to her tutor's dry remarks about
profit and loss as though he was the most interesting speaker in the
world.
She was at college every day after that, too, until at last it was late
spring, and she had finished her course with flying colours, and her
stepfather was waiting outside the college, to treat her to a
celebration lunch.
That summer, Margaret divided her days between Phyllis Gunter and
Ralph Nickleby. She sat behind one desk or another, picking up whatBarwell's course hadn't even attempted to teach her: she began to
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learn the day to day, specific practicalities of the travel business at
first hand.
She got into the habit of smiling at people, even when they were hot
and tired and unforgivably rude; she sounded cheerful on the
telephone throughout what Ralph called the 'worst air traffic control
strike in the history of British tourism.'
She was patient while whole families dithered endlessly over the
relative merits of Bournemouth and Bognor Regis. And when Phyllis
decided to take a fortnight's holiday, Margaret pitched in and did her
share of invoice typing, too.
When each busy day was finally over, she was too tired to do more
than go back to the house in Notting Hill Gate, which seemed so
empty still without her mother, and throw together a simple meal for
Ralph and herself before she climbed tiredly up to her room for an
early night.
She hadn't forgotten her mother, or the way Dorothy had been taken
from them so suddenly. Her grief had dulled with time and work, but
it was there all the same. Ralph knew that, for he felt something very
similar. And he never stopped pushing Margaret in every way he
could think of, relentlessly in the direction of life.
Even at weekends, Ralph insisted she go out with the friends she'd
made at college, just as she had done when her mother was alive.
And although there were times when the strobe lights and loud music
of a disco made Margaret feel she was about eighty-seven years old,
she wentjust to please Ralph.
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Summer passed, and the promised trip to Hong Kong beckoned ever
more brightly in Margaret's mind, like a vivid beam of light at the
end of a tunnel. And then, very suddenly, it arrived: the crisp, clear
September day of their departure from London, and with it Ralph's
last-minute doubts about going off to the other side of the world,
leaving Phyllis Gunter in sole charge of Travel Unlimited.
'Now don't you worry about me, Ralph!' Phyllis boomed over her
shoulder as she drove them to Heathrow. 'If I'm going to miss
anybody, it'll be Margaret.' She glanced across at Margaret in the
seat beside her, gave her a quick, affectionate smile. 'She's worked
for two, ever since she joined us. Anyway, it's not the peak season,
so if I divide my days between Fulham and Oxford Street, which I
intend to do, I can't think the business will fall into total ruin in the
short space of three weeks. Furthermore,' she finished, grinning at
Ralph in the rear-view mirror, 'we've been through all this before, so
relax!'
Margaret sat, at Ralph's gallant insistence, in a window seat in the
enormous jet. It was a long flight, but Margaret slept through most of
it, and any tiredness she may have felt vanished as the plane
approached Kai Tak airport.
She stared down, wide-eyed, at the islands, far too many of them to
count, which were flung like an emerald necklace in the blue water
below. She gasped when the harbour came into view, when she
could see Hong Kong Island itself, with Victoria Peak, towering
above the tallest buildings in the heart of the city.
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She turned then to speak to Ralph, to thank him, but she ended up
grinning and shaking her head wordlessly, far too excited to say
anything at all.
'Don't mention it, love,' Ralph said happily. 'A bargain's a bargain,
after all,' he added gruffly, patting her hand, 'and I don't mind telling
you I'm proud of the way you kept your end of it.'
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'What I need is a few hours' kip. You don't mind, do you?' Ralph
stifled a yawn. He hadn't managed any real sleep during the sixteen-
hour flight from London, and their arrival early in the afternoon had
offered more than a taste of the non-stop carnival that is Hong Kong.
Kai Tak airport, on the tip of the Kowloon Peninsula, is separated
from Hong Kong Island by Victoria Harbour; Ralph and Margaret
made the short crossing on a ferry, catching their first close glimpse
of the city's skyline from its deck. Just as they docked, there was a
bit of unscheduled excitement in the busy harbour: Margaret
watched in horrified fascination as a fragile Chinese fishing sampan
risked collision with an oil tanker, missing it by inches. And though
the taxi driver who sped them from the docks to their hotel drove
along the broad main streets of the city, they had only to look out of
the window to see the endlessly intersecting maze of the alleyways
which are .thoroughly Chinese. It was all Margaret could do to keep
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from jumping out of the cab, every time it was halted by the traffic,
so she could begin to explore the city at once.
The conference was to be based at the Star of the Orient Hotel, one
of the most elegant along the beach at Repulse Bay; office space had
been provided there for the participants. Ralph had booked their
accommodation there as well. He and Margaret agreed to meet in the
hotel lobby after they'd been shown to their rooms. When Ralph
hailed her from a chair near the reception desk, Margaret walked
quickly towards him, smiling broadly, quite charmingly unaware of
how fresh and pretty she looked in her new blue cotton dress.
'Did you realize my room overlooks the bay?' she asked excitedly.
'Good grief, Ralph, this must be costing you a small fortune!'
He waved that aside. 'Don't worry about it, love. We're getting the
trade discount, after all, so I thought we may as well be comfortable
while we're about it.'
Comfortable, at least as that word applied to Margaret's room, and
the gleaming bathroom which adjoined it, was an understatement. It
was simply furnished, and decorated in tones of beige and off-white,
a colour-scheme favoured by hotel owners everywhere as being least
likely to offend any particular guest. But the coverlet on the bed, of
palest green, was made of pure silk, as were the lampshades on the
tables at either side of it. A wide-screen television had been built into
the wall opposite the bed, and its remote-control tuning device had
been placed on one of the bedside tables. With it were instructions,
in English, Chinese and French, informing Margaret how to use it
along with a current programme for each of the five channels
available (in colour) for her entertainment. Best of all, tall French
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windows opened out of the bedroom on to a wide balcony from
which Margaret could enjoy the entire white sweep of the beach
below, and the sparkling water of Repulse Bay beyond it.
'There's a telephone too, of course,' she finished, laughing. 'I've only
to dial out for anything I fancy, from high-speed dry-cleaning
services to an eight-course meal for six. I could have a glorious time
here without ever stirring out of bed!'
'Not much danger of that, though, is there?' Ralph asked mildly,
winking at her.
Margaret shook her head. 'In fact, while you're napping, I thought I'd
go out. I suppose I'll get well and truly lost, but'
Ralph chuckled. 'I wouldn't worry over it. Getting lost here is said to
be part of the fun. Just take your street map along, and if all else
fails, find yourself a taxi driver who understands enough English to
get you back to the Star of the Orient. Oh, and be sure to be back in
plenty of time for the reception banquet at seven. They've promised
us a real slap-up Chinese nosh, so don't forget.'
Margaret walked for miles that afternoon, and it never even occurred
to her to join any kind of organized sightseeing tour. It was enough,
once she found her way to the oldest part of Hong Kong, to venture
into the narrow, twisting side streets which she felt certain were
among the most exciting places the city had to offer.
These streets are tightly packed with flimsy two- and three-storeyed
wooden structures, jerry-built to serve as houses as well as shops in
which the counters are piled high with jade rings and bolts of silk,
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dolls and cameras and watches, and fruits and vegetables which
Margaret had never seen in her life before that afternoon. Much
more than mere commerce goes on there, too, of course. When so
many people live and work so closely together, whole lives are lived
as much as possible in the open air.
Margaret listened, entranced, to the constant, ceaseless chattering of
Chinese voices; background music to her, since she could understand
none of it. She watched, from what she hoped was a polite distance,
as gossiping and trading and scolding surged all around her, as
children laughed and played and quarrelled, as dice games were
conducted with furious intensity in the middle of the street.
When she realized she was hungry, she approached a stall where a
young woman was selling bowls full of spiced noodles, tempting
passers-by with a smiling, singsong sales pitch. Margaret was shy at
first about making the purchase, but when the girl behind the counter
spoke to her in careful, correct English, Margaret was both pleased
and relieved. And the Chinese girl, who looked far too young to be
the mother of the cheerful, gurgling baby who was strapped to her
back, grinned her approval as Margaret ate the fragrant snack with
chopsticks, in the proper Chinese manner.
At five o'clock or so, Margaret made her way back to a main avenue
very staid and British-looking after all she had seen and heard
and she was enormously pleased with herself when she was able to
identify and board a riotously-painted green and yellow double-
decker bus which delivered her, safe and sound, at the front entrance
to the hotel.
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As Margaret showered and dressed for dinner that evening, she
wasn't even remotely aware of feeling tired. The prospect of the
festive evening stretching ahead seemed to her a perfect way to end
what had been a very satisfying day.
She was glad, too, that she'd followed Ralph's advice about what to
pack for the trip. She had planned to bring the clothes she had
bought in the July sales for wear in the London autumn, but Ralph
had talked her out of that, persuading her to bring instead the
lightest, most summery clothes she owned, plus perhaps a cardigan
in case the nights turned cool.
At six-thirty on that clear, September evening, the temperature in
Hong Kong hovered somewhere in the seventies, so Margaret chose
the coolest of the outfits she had brought specially for evening wear
during her holiday. A low-necked orange linen which skimmed the
tips of her evening sandals, the dress was stunning in its simplicity.
She arranged her dark hair in a sleek, shining coil, more because the
style was deliciously cool than for the way it flattered her delicate
features. And when she had applied the lightest possible make-up,
and fastened the pair of silver filigree ear-rings which had belonged
to her mother, Margaret hurried downstairs to join Ralph for a pre-
dinner sherry.
'Now where would you be with your woollen frocks?' he teased, after
he told her how nice she looked. As they sipped their drinks,
Margaret told him of the excitement of her afternoon. With no little
pride, she made a point of telling him how she had come back to the
hotel at the end of it, using public transport.
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The Star of the Orient Hotel had been chosen as the site of the
tourism conference because its owners, the Pan Orient Company,
had organized the convention. The Star of the Orient was their
showpiece, being the newest and most luxurious hotel in their large
chain.
As the dinner which marked the beginning of three weeks of
business talks was, as Ralph had put it, 'a real slap-up Chinese nosh',
forty round tables had been set up in the hotel's largest dining-room
to accommodate the two hundred travel agents and hotel owners who
had come to Hong Kong to participate. Friendliness and happy talk
are an important part of Chinese eating tradition; this had been
explained in one of the convention pamphlets. Round tables made it
easier for the five or six people seated at each to get to know one
another, and to share and sample each course as it came. To make
the visitors feel even more welcome, a Pan Orient representative was
seated at each table.
The organization of that sort of dinner for so many people can be
quite a headache. Margaret remarked on this when she and Ralph sat
down to dinner, along with two travel agents from New York and
Linda Peterson, the smiling blonde girl who introduced herself as a
member of Pan Orient's public relations department.
'Oh yes, you're right!' Linda answered, her brown eyes crinkling with
laughter. 'But I must say it was good practice. We run conventions
for other people all the time, but somehow it's quite another matter
when you do it for your own company I blush to admit it, but I was
personally responsible for one of the worst of the near-disasters. Our
invitations were printed in five languages, and I came very close to
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sending the Japanese lot off to Italy. You should have seen me
belting along to the post office in time to get them back before it was
too late!'
That broke the ice nicely, and Margaret decided on the spot that if
every host or hostess at the dinner was half as good as Linda at
putting people at their ease, then the whole thing would turn out to
be a roaring success. The five of them laughed together at the
charming, unaffected way in which Linda admitted her very human
mistake, and Ralph chimed in with the loyal remark that only a lass
from Birmingham could be counted on to catch that sort of thing in
time.
'How did you know I was a Brummie?' Linda asked, astonished.
'Oh, it was easy,' Ralph answered. 'All you had to do was say a few
words. I was born there myself.'
After such a promising beginning to break it, the ice positively
melted a few minutes later when Ralph looked down at the pair of
bamboo chopsticks beside his plate in honest bewilderment.
'Ah, er, Linda,' he stammered, 'I wonder if we could ask a waiter to
bring me a fork before they start serving?' He coughed sheepishly
into his hand, glancing at the others in embarrassment.
But the New Yorkers smiled across at him in sympathy, and relief
too, as it turned out: neither of them had ever used chopsticks either.
Margaret gave in to a fit of giggles, and so, before she could stop
herself, did Linda. Linda recovered first, saying soothingly, 'If you
can use a pencil, you'll get the hang of chopsticks quickly enough.
Here, let me show you'
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She proceeded to do so, with Margaret's help. Or rather, Linda
instructed Ralph while Margaret volunteered to show the New
Yorkers exactly how the eating implements should be used. It was a
skill Margaret had mastered in early adolescence, at about the same
time she had first asked Ralph about the possibility of visiting her
dream city.
By the time dinner began to arrive, borne to their table by Chinese
waiters in spotless white coats, Ralph and the two Americans were
plying their chopsticks almost as skilfully as their teachers. But then,
as the first courses were see-before them, Ralph's doubtful glances at
the contents of the silver serving platters sent Margaret into another
fit of giggling.
She was extremely fond of Chinese food, the more authentic the
better. That had been part and parcel of her long love affair with
China. Even when she was still at secondary school, Margaret had
been known to squirrel away her pocket money so she could treat
herself and any willing, adventurous school friend to Saturday lunch
in Soho's Chinatown.
But Ralph's only exposure to the most ancient and varied cuisine in
the world had been the 'sweet and sour' take-away sort, and that is a
very tame imitation of the style of food served in just one of the
provinces of China: Canton, where sugar cane and oranges and
pineapples grow in abundance, where fish is plentiful, and rice is
very cheap.
The menu that evening owed nothing to Cantonese cooking,
delicious though that can be at its best. Instead, the banquet was a
masterful display of the very finest of northern Chinese cookery,
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from the province of Peking. It featured many courses which were
lovingly faithful duplications of dishes once enjoyed by the
Emperors of China in their long-vanished royal households.
Ralph had never even heard of paper-wrapped chicken, or Peking
Duck with pancakes, or stir-fried mushrooms lightly cooked with
beancurd. But by the time chiaotzu appeared on their table (and
Margaret and Linda between them had a fine time teaching the three
men how to pronounce it properly: 'jowtsa'), Ralph had become an
enthusiastic convert, ready to try anything.
Chiaotzu are delicious: wafer-thin dumplings with fillings of finely-
chopped prawns and spring onions and bamboo shoots, delicately
seasoned with soy, sesame and ginger. They are steamed first and
then fried, and at table they are dipped into an utterly irresistible
sauce. Ralph alone ate seven of them.
There was a party planned after dinner that evening, but it hadn't
been organized by Pan Orient as a convention activity.
'And I suppose it's only fair to tell you,' Linda added, grinning, 'that
the hosts are among Pan Orient's most successful rivals. Actually,
the rivalry's pretty friendly, so there'll be lots of Pan Orient people
there, including me. I'm sure you'd all be very welcome, if you'd like
to come. It's only a few minutes' walk along the beach.'
The American travel agents pleaded exhaustion, but Margaret smiled
delightedly. She was about to accept Linda's invitation when she
glanced over at Ralph; he looked so tired that she hesitated. But he
shook his head.
'Don't let me stop you, love! Go ahead with Linda and have a goodtime. See you in the morning!'
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The Chungking Towers, less than half a mile from the Star of the
Orient, was a much older hotel older, but nearly as elegant,
though in a more ornate and formal style.
The floor-to-ceiling windows of its penthouse ballroom overlooked
Deep Water Bay, and miles of very lovely beach and water That
view was one reason why the Chungking Towers had become
something of a Hong Kong landmark. Not that it was possible for
Margaret and Linda to get anywhere near the windows through the
crush of people who had gathered there that night for the party.
Shouting over the music of the rock group who were stationed on the
bandstand, Linda introduced Margaret to several of the guests. Just
as Linda turned away to hail yet another of her friends, someone
thrust a glass of wine into Margaret's hand. She glanced up to thank
whoever had given it to her, and a large, bejewelled woman chose
that moment to jostle her elbow. Margaret's glass tipped wildly, and
she was horrified when its red contents splashed on to the darker red
velvet sleeve of the dinner jacket being worn by a man who was
standing beside her.
'Oh, I'm so sorry!' she shouted over the music, only to blush almost
the colour of his stained jacket when the music stopped very
suddenly. 'Sorry' seemed to ring out in the room like a shriek, turning
several curious heads in their direction.
Margaret looked around desperately for Linda, but Linda had
vanished, at least for the moment. So she soldiered on with as much
dignity as she could muster, still far too flustered to register the fact
that the man was smiling down at her in genuine amusement.
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'I really am terribly sorry,' she said quietly. 'My name is Margaret
Hamilton, and I'll be very happy to have your jacket cleaned. My
hotel'
'I really can't think why you should be so worried about it, Margaret
Hamilton,' he said softly, 'though it's nice to know your name. Mine's
Peter Benhurst, and I assure you that if a wine stain is the worst thing
you ever do to me, I shall count myself a very lucky man.'
He held her eyes with his own as he said that, and Margaret was at
last aware that his eyes were quite startlingly blue in his tanned,
handsome face, and that his hair was as dark as her own. The thought
flickered into her mind that he was quite the most attractive man she
had ever seen. He was probably in his early thirties, she thought, and
his voice betrayed that he had been born and raised in England, and
that he was well-educated. Peter Benhurst was a man who exuded
total confidence, from the toes of his polished evening shoes to the
tips of his fingers.
But, as swiftly, Margaret decided that she wasn't at all sure she liked
him very much. He was a man to whom the cost of cleaning a jacket
meant less than nothing. That was fair enough, and it was obvious.
But he needn't have laughed at her for offering it.
'Well then,' Margaret said firmly, or as firmly as she could, for he
was still appraising her with a lingering glance so frank she felt a
flush rise again to her face, and hated herself for it. 'I, ah, won't.
Worry about it, I mean. Now, if you'll excuse me'
But before Margaret could move off, lose herself in the party in the
hope of bumping into Linda (and suddenly the company of the
friendly girl she'd known mere hours seemed like a haven of safety),
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a tall slender woman of quite amazing beauty appeared at Peter's
side, linked arms with him, and cooed into his ear. 'Oh, here you are,
darling! Oh, I thought I'd lost my pet in this rotten crush!'
That rather silly speech took the space of seconds, and then the
woman fixed Margaret with a glance which would have kept the
polar ice cap nicely frozen, and asked flatly (and with no trace at all
of her previous coyness): 'Who's this?'
'Oh, this is Margaret Hamilton,' Peter answered easily. 'We've
become friends now because she ruined my jacket. Margaret, this is
Susanna Baker-Leigh.'
Susanna Baker-Leigh was silver-blonde, and her straight, shining
hair hung to her shoulders. She had the colouring to match it, too; the
delicately pale skin, and smoky grey eyes.
She wore black silk that night, a floor-length gown which left one
lovely, tanned shoulder exposed: a dress of such clean, simple lines
that it could only have cost the earth.
The woman could hardly have doubted her own attractiveness, and
yet the brittle smile of greeting she bestowed on Margaret seemed to
sour the beauty which the high, fine bones of her face and her
flawless make-up should have guaranteed.
'Really?' Susanna sounded slightly bored. Her accent had no doubt
been acquired at some exclusive boarding school, the sort of school
that always seems to go with English country houses and real ponies
to ride in the holidays. 'Did you really ruin his jacket? How?'
'Oh, I'
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'She spilled, wine all down my sleeve,' Peter supplied happily,
winking at Margaret; winking, she was certain, to let her know he
was enjoying her squirming humiliation.
Susanna sighed. 'How tiresome,' she said languidly. 'But really,
darling, the others are waiting for us.' With that, she pulled lightly at
Peter's arm and bore him off like a tugboat, aiming a triumphant
smirk over her bare shoulder at Margaret as they went.
For a moment Margaret simply stood where she was, staring after the
pair of them, not at all sure how she felt about her encounter with
Peter Benhurst and his possessive girlfriend. Susanna was his
girlfriend, surely. Wasn't she?
Well yes, of course she was. She must be. And if she wasn't, going
by all the evidence she was very much determined to stake her claim
to him. Oh, but so what? They probably deserved each other,
Susanna with her icy little smiles and Peter with his gleeful, teasing
account of the way Margaret had 'ruined' his jacket. Oh well, in
fairness, it wasn't as though he'dbeen really unkind, but still
The half-formed thought that he'd actually been flirting with her did
occur to Margaret. It was the remark he'd made about 'if a wine stain
is the worst you ever do to me' when she'd apologized. And that had
been before Susanna Baker-Leigh came floating up to them
Oh, no. No way was Peter Benhurst going to be allowed to flit
around in Margaret's head for another moment. This was a party, she
reminded herself sternly. She had come to enjoy herself.
The band took its place again, and Margaret spotted Linda on the
dance floor, performing the energetic steps of one of Margaret'sfavourite golden-oldies. She caught Linda's eye, smiled and waved,
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and immediately felt better. She found herself another glass of wine,
and when a tall young man named Phil, or maybe it was Bill, asked
her to dance with him, Margaret accepted.
By the time the party was over, Margaret had nearly forgotten about
Peter Benhurst and his friend. Well, she did remember how attractive
Peter had seemed, smiling down at her. Once or twice, as she was
falling asleep that night, she wondered idly if she'd see him again
during her holiday. Not that she cared, one way or the other.
3
She saw him again two days later. Or rather, he saw her.
Margaret got off a bus outside the Kowloon ferry terminal, and just
as she turned to walk to the docks Peter tapped her lightly on the
shoulder. 'Hello there, Margaret Hamilton,' he said.
Startled, Margaret wheeled around to face him. 'Oh, hello, Peter
and Susanna,' she added quickly, for the girl was with him, clinging
to his arm.
'Fancy meeting you here,' he quipped, smiling down at her with those
disturbing eyes. 'Off to Kowloon, are you? We've just come from
there. It's'
'It's crowded, and hot, and I'm gasping for a cup of tea,' Susanna
interrupted impatiently. 'Come along, Peter.' To soften her
brusqueness a little, Susanna treated Margaret to a brief smile.
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That morning Susanna was wearing a pair of white cotton shorts with
a gaily-striped halter-neck top, an outfit which displayed her
marvellous tan and her figure to maximum advantage.
Margaret felt downright dowdy by comparison. Her glazed-cotton
sundress, with its flounced, flowered border at the hem, was at least
two years old. Teamed as it was with stout, sensible walking shoes,
with street maps and bus timetables poking higgledy-piggledy from
the top of her shoulder bag, Margaret thought she probably looked
like a cartoon lady-tourist.
'Yes, well' she stammered. 'I'd best be off now.'
'Why?' Peter asked. 'If you're only going across to Kowloon, there's a
ferry every five minutes or so. You could join us for'
'No, really I couldn't. I'm, er, eager to see as much as I possibly can
today,' Margaret answered quickly. One glance at Susanna's storm-
cloud pout had left her in little doubt about exactly how welcome
she'd be to join them for anything at all. She hurried off abruptly into
the harbour crowd, paid her fare, and concentrated on the traffic in
the bay anything at all to take her thoughts away from Peter
Benhurst.
But it wasn't twenty minutes later, in an open market on the
Kowloon side, when she hesitated in front of a stall where an elderly
Chinese woman was telling fortunes, using cards selected for her by
a brightly-plumed bird in a bamboo cage. Margaret swallowed hard
and stepped forward, and when the woman told her, in very halting
English, to expect 'large happiness with good man, very dark, and
many prosperous children,' Margaret blushed. The image of Peter
Benhurst rushed back into her mind, and she paid the woman twice
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the sum requested. Only then (rather strangely, too, it seemed to her
at the time) was she able to banish Peter firmly from her thoughts so
she was free to concentrate on the colourful reality in which she
found herself.
There was one thing Ralph Nickleby had said over and over again
about travelling, in the years he'd been talking 'shop' around the
dinner table: the sure way to ruin a dream holiday was to cram it so
full of famous fountains and quaint little villages, and 'must see,
must do', that the visitor ends up with a packet of blurred snapshots
of sights he never really saw properly, and sore feet into the bargain.
Remembering that, Margaret had kept her sightseeing plans as
flexible as possible, and it was just as well: the British Crown
Colony of Hong Kong is enormous. Not only does it include the twin
cities of Hong Kong and Kowloon, separated by the short ferry ride
across Victoria Harbour which is a tourist attraction in itself, but it
also includes the sprawling New Territories north of Kowloon
farming country, where towns are few and far between, where
country people in their flat straw hats walk behind the water buffalo
which plough the rice fields. In addition there are the more than two
hundred islands off the South China coast. Taken together, the New
Territories and the islands cover an area which is more than ten
times the size of the twin cities put together.
No one could really take all that in properly in three weeks. Margaret
was determined to see what little she could as thoroughly as
possible, and to savour each new experience as it came. That clear,
hot morning was the third of her holiday; she had decided to use the
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entire day to explore the countless, nameless little back streets of
Kowloon.
She smiled at fruit peelers who offered deft slices of bright, yellow
pineapple from their lacquered stalls. She paused, wide-eyed and
curious, outside snake shops though she declined to sample
snakes' venom mixed with Chinese wine when it was offered to her
against 'winter chill'. She stopped at several paper shops to buy gay,
pretty lanterns in the shapes of butterflies (for longevity), and
lobsters (for mirth), and strange household gods (for happiness), and
others for no special reason that she knew of, except that they were
lovely.
And everywhere Margaret walked that day, she was accompanied by
the increasingly familiar music of stall-holders' cries, and craftsmen's
hammering, and the click-click-click of dice games an
atmosphere she came to think of as the world's largest fun fair, and
typically Chinese, and which she never afterwards forgot.
By lunchtime, Margaret had wandered so far off the beaten track that
she was obliged to point to the dishes she wanted to order. The
grinning young Cantonese behind the food stall knew only the
English word 'tasty' to describe the steamed vegetables and rice he
offered, and Margaret had nothing more than the simple phrase do
jye with which to thank him for it. Even so, that simple exchange
boosted Margaret's confidence, and after lunch she wandered even
further away from the broad main streets she knew would lead her to
the harbour.
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By late afternoon, she hadn't a clue where she was. Worse than that,
she approached four taxi drivers before at last she came to one who
said 'Sure, lady, hop in!' when she asked him if he could speak
English. Shortly afterwards she was wishing she'd taken her chances
on foot. The drive through the tangle of tiny twisting streets was
conducted at speed. That in itself was hair-raising, but it was made
all the more so by the fact that the streets were packed at that hour
with so much traffic (both motorized and human) that they made
Oxford Street at Christmas seem like a deserted village.
'But finally,' she said, laughing as she told Ralph about it over
dinner, 'the driver was whistled to a screeching halt by a policeman,
though that didn't happen until we'd come into a main road'
'Quite right, too!' Ralph interrupted, with all the pious indignation of
a careful, British driver.
'Oh, but wait for it! This policeman was perched right at the top of a
red and gilt pagoda, smack in the middle of a major intersection! I
didn't understand what they said to each other, but at one point I was
certain they were headed for a punch-up. They were shaking their
fists and hollering, and all the while the rest of the traffic whizzed
past like billy-ho in all directions. Anyway, I got back to the ferry in
one piece, as you can see.'
Ralph smiled fondly. Big as life! And I take it you're enjoying
yourself.'
Margaret nodded happily. 'What about you, though? I'll bet you
haven't been free long enough to go swimming since we got here,
much less to see anything of the sights. And so far I haven't so much
as typed an envelope.'
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'Now, now,' Ralph said soothingly, 'remember what I told you before
we came? Your job out here is to have yourself a good time. Why, I
can already see the roses coming back into your cheeks. And
besides,' he added, stabbing the air with his fork for emphasis, 'most
of these talks are so confidential and top-secret and what-not that
your presence would only arouse suspicion, even though you are my
assistant. Top-level management-only sort of thing. Why, one Italian
travel agent was politely requested to send his under-manager out of
one session. So don't let it worry you, eh? Incidentally, I think you'llbe surprised when you realize how much you'll learn from this trip
that'll come in useful at the agency once we're home again.'
Ralph insisted he was tired that evening, and no doubt he was.
Nevertheless, Margaret insisted on dragging him out with her to the
jumbled riot of colour and music of a night market.
They didn't stay long, but at least Ralph entered very fully into the
spirit of the thing: he bargained happily, half in English and half in
gestures, for a delicately carved ivory rose which Margaret
pronounced the perfect souvenir for Phyllis Gunter.
When Margaret returned to her room that evening to hear the
telephone ringing inside, there was no good reason why her heart
started thumping wildly as she fumbled for her key, or why
disappointment mixed with her relief when Linda Peterson's voice
greeted her breathless 'Hello?'
Linda had been in touch with her before, on the morning after the
Chungking Towers party. She'd left a breezy note at the reception
desk for Margaret, saying how much she'd enjoyed their evening
together, and that she would ring later in the week.
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Margaret said hello again, deliberately injecting warmth into the
word so that Linda wouldn't feel slighted, as though Margaret had
hoped to hear from someone else.
After all, whom else did Margaret-know in Hong Kong? If she had
been half-wishing it might be Peter Benhurst well, that was out of
the question, she told herself impatiently. She had never quite got
round to telling him where she was staying, had she? And
furthermore, even if she had, there was no reason for him to ring.
None whatsoever.
Meanwhile Linda was saying she was free the following day, all
unaware of the turmoil in Margaret's head. Would Margaret like to
spend the day with her?
'Oh! Why, yes, of course!' Margaret said almost at once, shaking
herself back into the present. 'Except you'll probably laugh at some
of the touristy things I've been up to since we last met. Not to
mention the list I hope to work through before I leave.'
'No,' Linda said, laughing. 'Not at all. I adore sightseeing myself.
Say, I'll tell you what let's go out to Lantau Island tomorrow. We
can look at the golden statue of Buddha with the rest of the tourists,
and afterwards we can have a picnic in the hills. It's lovely there,
unspoiled. It'll make a nice change from all the bustle and bright
lights around here.'
It did. Once they'd admired the temples, gaily painted and exotic
with incense, and the great, golden Buddha, and the monks of Po-Lin
Monastery in their saffron robes, there was little else to do but walk
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in the wild, rocky hills, and to share their lunch on Sunset Peak while
they admired the superb view of Kowloon it offered them.
'You must love it, living here,' Margaret said almost wistfully, as
they sat there together.
Linda shrugged lightly. 'I've enjoyed it very much,' she answered
quietly, 'and in some ways, yes, I have grown to love it the
excitement, the constant contrast of east and west. But just now I'm
counting the days until I go home, back to England. It won't be long
now.'
Linda smiled softly, and when she spoke again her face was radiant
and her voice held unmistakable excitement. 'I'm engaged,' she
confided, liking the sound of it. 'His name's Richard Naylor, and
we've known each other nearly all our lives. Actually, I doubt if
either of us has ever really been out with anybody else' Linda
sighed, and shrugged again. 'My parents persuaded us to wait,
although we've known for nearly two years now that we want to
marry. They said we should put off any serious plans, at least long
enough for Richard to finish law school and get himself established
somewhere. When well, when I was offered this job in Hong
Kong with Pan Orient'
'Your parents persuaded you to take it?' Margaret prompted quietly,
sensing Linda's need to talk about it.
'Yes. Not that I regret it, not at all. In fact, I can quite see it now, how
right they were. If anything, this separation's brought Richard and
me even closer together.
'He's working now, in London. And by a handy coincidence, PanOrient have offered me a job in London too. I won't bore you with
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the technical details of that, but it works out really well for Richard
and me.'
'And your parents? Are they reconciled to the idea of you and
Richard getting back together?'
'Oh, heavens, yes! It wasn't as though they didn't like him, or
anything like that. They were just afraid we were rushing things a
bit. Now that they realize we're perfectly serious they're pleased
about it. We'll set a wedding date soon, probably for early May next
year, and with their blessings. Oh Margaret,' she finished
impulsively, her eyes shining. 'Say you'll be there!'
Margaret laughed, delighted with Linda's obvious happiness, very
pleased to be included in it. 'Of course I shall,' she promised gaily. I
wouldn't miss it for the world!'
After that, Linda turned the conversation round to Margaret. She
listened very quietly while Margaret told her of the shock of her
mother's sudden death, and the way her stepfather had pulled her out
of the numb depression which had followed it; she even explained
how her trip to Hong Kong had come about.
'And is there anyone special in your life?' Linda asked.
'Romantically, I mean' She clapped her hand across her mouth,embarrassed. 'Forgive my asking that! For a girl who plans to make a
serious career in public relations, I do put my foot into it
sometimes'
'No, no, don't worry,' Margaret reassured her, smiling. 'There isn't
anybody, anyway. There never really has been. Not anyone I cared
about the way you care for Richard' She allowed her sentence to
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trail off there, as the image of Peter Benhurst floated once more into
her mind.
She very nearly mentioned him to Linda, told her about the way
they'd met at the party, how he had looked at her, and the possessive
way Susanna Baker-Leigh had carted him off. But she changed her
mind before she began. What would be the point? Peter Benhurst
was a very unlikely candidate for a romance with Margaret, and no
one knew that better than she did. It was high time she refused to
allow him to wander in and out of her thoughts. Anyway, Linda had
probably never met the man, nor was she likely to be very impressed
with him if she had done.
'Oh, you know,' she finished vaguely, 'I've been out with the odd
bloke to a disco, and to the films and parties and so on. But I don't
think I've ever really been in love.'
'Never fear,' Linda warned her, mock-solemn. 'Your turn will come.'
Margaret had already told Ralph not to expect her to join him for
dinner that evening, and as she and Linda prepared a simple meal in
Linda's compact, comfortable flat, the two girls found they had a lot
in common, a lot to talk about. By the time Margaret left, shortlyafter nine, she and Linda had made firm plans to meet again,
convinced that they had begun a lasting friendship which would
grow nicely after Linda came back to live in London.
Linda offered her a lift home in her Mini, but when Margaret
realized that her hotel was less than a mile from Linda's flat, and that
she could walk most of the distance along the beach, she declined theoffer. She was pleasantly tired, but she wanted to walk for a while.
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When she reached the shore, she eased off her shoes, delighted with
the scene before her. The lights of the grand hotels along the Bay
made a glowing pathway for her in the soft sand.
She was within a few hundred yards of the Star of the Orient when
she was nearly jolted out of her skin.
'Isn't it a small world, Margaret Hamilton?' asked a deep, teasing,
masculine voice behind her.
She turned to face Peter Benhurst and Susanna Baker-Leigh, and her
first reaction was the dismayed realization that she had been caught
out again. She had worn jeans to rugged Lantau Island. Jeans, and
a halter top she'd picked up in the Portobello Road the previous
summer for fifteen pence.
Susanna Baker-Leigh was dressed in filmy white chiffon harem
trousers and a wisp of a blouse which made her fragile figure seem
almost insubstantial. She might have been floating a few inches
above the gleaming beach. Oh, she was barefoot, just like Margaret.
But Susanna's strappy evening sandals dangled gracefully from one
hand, and they shone silver in the moonlight.
'Hello there,' this vision said indifferently to Margaret.
'Oh, hello, both of you. Nice evening!'
Peter laughed softly at that, shaking his head as though something
puzzled him. 'A very nice evening, I should say,' he murmured.
'Well, good night!' Margaret said, a trifle too loudly, painfully aware
of the idiotic grin she wore as she hurried away from them.
It wasn't until she had reached the safety of the beach entrance to the
Star of the Orient that Margaret realized Peter had probably watched
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her straight-backed strides, that he'd doubtless seen where she was
going when she walked away from him. Him and his constant
companion! Still, there wasn't very much she could do about that.
She could hardly avoid the beach which stretched so invitingly in
front of her own hotel, not for the entire three weeks of her holiday,
surely! It was sheer bliss to swim there after an exhausting day of
sightseeing, or to stand quietly in the softness of night, gazing
dreamily at the twinkling lights of a passing pleasure boat. And why
on earth shouldn't she do these things? If she ran into the coupleagain, she could simply nod and smile and go her own way.
The following evening, when Peter Benhurst came up behind her on
the beach and took her arm, Margaret did no such thing. She simply
stared up into his face in astonishment.
'Where's Susanna?' she asked, before she could stop herself. In the
shock of seeing him there beside her, and feeling the touch of his
hand on her arm, the question came out on a hoarse croak.
He grinned. 'Shall we go and look for her together?' he teased.
'Well, I only meant'
'Umm. If I bought you a drink, would you promise not to spill it all
over me?'
Margaret frowned angrily, and straightened away from his grip to
look directly into his eyes. 'I think that joke is wearing rather thin,
don't you?' she asked coolly.
Quite suddenly, Peter's expression changed; he looked exactly like a
small boy who's been caught out putting frogs in people's beds. 'I'm
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sorry,' he said, gazing at his shoes. 'I think you're perfectly right,' he
added humbly. 'Let me put it politely, Margaret, Please may I buy
you a drink?'
Peter Benhurst was without a doubt a practised and accomplished
flirt, and his about-face had instant effect. Once Margaret had put
him firmly in his place, she felt sorry for the sharpish way she'd
spoken to him. Or, if she hadn't exactly melted totally, she had
certainly thawed a bit. 'Oh, it's all right! I didn't mean to sound so
harsh.'
'I knew you didn't!' he crowed victoriously, all traces of little-boy-
scolded gone from his tone. Margaret frowned again, and turned to
go.
'Oh, come on, Margaret Hamilton, this is silly!' he said quickly. He
laughed down at her and took her arm again. 'We're wasting valuable
drinking time!'
The bar they walked to was just off the beach, festive with strings of
multi-coloured fairy lights which framed the open terrace where they
sat.
Margaret was wearing a blue-green sarong dress that evening, not
real silk though it may as well have been for the way it skimmed andrevealed her slim curves. She had taken pains with her make-up too,
almost as if she'd had a premonition of Peter Benhurst's sudden
appearance on the beach, though she would have denied that, even to
herself, if. anyone had suggested it to her.
Over iced vermouth and lemon, Margaret relaxed very quickly in
Peter's company. He listened so intently as she told him her firstimpressions of Hong Kong that before she realized quite what was
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happening, she had decided that he really was a whole lot nicer than
she'd thought.
'How do you happen to be out here just now?' he asked.
'Well, officially I'm with the convention. But in fact, my dad brought
me our here as a way of rewarding me for finishing at college. My
mother died, you see, last Christmas'
'I am sorry,' he said quietly. 'Please, go on.'
'Well, that was very sudden, and afterwards I didn't see the point ofgoing on with anything. The promise of this trip was a simple bribe,
to get me going again. I've wanted to come to Hong Kong ever since
I can remember, though I must admit I've done nothing at all in the
way of work since I arrived. Too busy sightseeing.'
Peter grinned at that. 'That's the way to do it! The trouble with me is
that I've thought of nothing but the damned convention for months
on end. As Managing Director of Pan Orient'
'You're not!' she breathed, utterly amazed. If Margaret had given the
matter any thought at all, which she had not, she would have
assumed the MD of Pan Orient to be a white-haired, elderly tycoon.
'Oh yes I am.' Peter sighed wearily, running one slim hand through
his thick dark hair. 'Though I try very hard not to take it too
seriously, and I am learning to leave it behind me once in a while.
Like tonight, for example.'
He changed the subject then, and for the rest of the evening the two
of them talked about everything under the sun except Pan Orient and
the convention.
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It was very late by the time Peter walked Margaret back to the Star
of the Orient. As he took leave of her, he said, 'I'll see you soon,
Margaret. At least, I hope so.'
And she answered, 'Yes, I'd like that. Thanks for a wonderful time.'
It was long after midnight before Margaret slept that night. She spent
a couple of restless hours debating whether Peter Benhurst's parting
speech had been made out of mere politeness, or whether she really
would be seeing him again. Alone, just the two of them.
And if so, how soon.
4
'Will Miss Margaret Hamilton please come to the desk in the
reception area Miss Margaret Hamilton'
'I'm Margaret Hamilton,' she announced politely to the reception
clerk, moments after she'd scraped back her chair in the coffee shop
and come through into the lobby.
'Oh, good morning. There's a telephone call for you. We tried to put
it through to your room, and when there was no reply the gentleman
suggested we page you in the restaurant. You can take it over there.
Booth number three, please. Oh, and Miss Hamilton, there's a note
here for you as well.'
Margaret accepted the plain white envelope on which her name had
been scrawled in Ralph's familiar handwriting. She pocketed that,
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and then she walked to the row of carpeted glass boxes in which
telephones and comfortable armchairs had been installed for the
convenience of the hotel's guests.
A gentleman, the smiling clerk had said. It could, of course, be
Ralph, but that was unlikely. Margaret slowed her steps across the
broad lobby to a casual saunter which belied the sudden, intense
excitement she was feeling.
'Hello?'
'Hello, Margaret. I hope you slept well.'
'Peter?'
'Who else?' he answered, chuckling.
For a fleeting instant, Margaret felt irritation prickle at the back of
her throat at the arrogance of that; it helped to steady her voice.
'Good morning, Peter. I hope you slept well too,' she said briskly,
ignoring his sarcasm.
'Thank you. I was wondering could you join me for dinner this
evening? That is, if you haven't already made firm plans?'
Margaret hesitated. She might have made plans, mightn't she? People
did, all the time, even while they were on holiday. She decided togive Peter full marks for the courtesy of allowing for the possibility.
'Why yes, thank you. I'd like that very much,' she said.
Margaret had lingered over a solitary late breakfast, and she had
finished all but the last few sips of her second cup of tea before she'd
been called to the phone. When the brief conversation was finished,
she went directly back to her room.
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She waited until she got there, with the door firmly closed behind
her, before she hugged herself with glee. Then she performed a few
jigging dance steps to the tall wardrobe, flung open the doors, and
began the serious decision-making process over what to wear that
evening.
She'd been wearing the orange linen on the night they met. And the
sarong-type dress, which .had been bought to wear to a cousin's
wedding reception the previous June, was what she'd had on when he
took her for a drink.
It wasn't that she had an exceptionally large wardrobe from which to
choose, or that she never wore the same thing twice. Nor was she
above haunting street markets for really cheap tops, or anything else
she could find. But she did like nice clothes, and since she'd been
working in the agency, she'd been able to indulge her fashion-
consciousness even more fully than Ralph and her mother had
indulged it for her while she was still at school.
For the most part, though, she was fairly conservative in the way she
dressed, and a lot of her purchases were made with the office in
mind. What few outfits she owned for evening wear would take her,
in their season, to almost any festive occasion.
There was one outfit, however, which she had acquired for its sheer
razzle-dazzle. It was what Margaret thought of as 'fun' fashion, the
sort of thing she might just work up enough courage to wear to one
of the more sophisticated London discotheques (though she hadn't,
yet) but which no girl in her right mind could regard as an 'enduring
classic'.
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She decided it was just the thing to wear for an evening out with
Peter Benhurst.
The satin trousers were toffee-apple red, as were the 'glass' slippers
she had bought to go with them. The silk top, sprinkled with red
sequins, was hot-pink; on a hanger it looked shapeless, and much too
large for her.
But when the long top was gathered at the bottom into a loose,
careless knot on one hip, no girl with a figure like Margaret's needed
to fear the competition, if glamour was at issue. And it seemed,
judging by the way Susanna Baker-Leigh managed to out-sizzle
everyone in sight, that it was.
It was nearly an hour before Margaret got round to reading the note
Ralph had left for her at the desk. At first she stared numbly at the
message, and then she shook her head. She sat down in an armchair
by the French windows, and read it through again, brushing away a
tear that threatened to blot the paper in her lap. One thing was
certain. When Ralph set out to treat her to a dream holiday, he didn't
go by halves. The note read:
Dear Margaret,
I was going to tell you about this at breakfast this morning, but it's as
well to write it down. That way you can't argue me out of it, or even
try. You may know already that Hong Kong is famous for the fact
that people who come here can have clothes tailor-made to order,
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quickly and at knock-down prices. I decided months ago and
budgeted accordingly, by the way -that no visit would be complete
for a young lady unless she went home afterwards with some new
gear, or whatever it is you call clothes these days. I want you to have
at least one suit, a couple of daytime dresses, and something to wear
when you go out in the evenings. But exactly what you order is up to
you, love
The note went on to give her the address of Mr Li Hsu's shop in
central Hong Kong (which had, Ralph added, been very highly
recommended) and rough directions on how to get there. He added
that he would try to 'pop into the coffee shop for a cuppa' around
five, and he finished with a PS: 'Now do you know why I lied to you
about the baggage allowance?' Beside that, he had drawn a rough
sketch of a stout, middle-aged man, carrying two full armloads of
cases.
Margaret had suspected something of the kind before they left
London, when Ralph went into a flap over the weight of the second
of the two cases she had packed. She hadn't argued when he insisted
she leave it more than half empty; she had simply accepted his
statement that she'd soon fill it up with 'gimcracks and souvenirs'
once she got to Hong Kong. She knew about the world-famous
Chinese tailors of Hong Kong, but she hadn't mentioned them to
Ralph: if he was planning a surprise of handmade clothes for her, she
certainly didn't want to spoil his fun by guessing it in advance.
The rest of that day was so full of tape measurements and hem-
length discussions, and fabrics and colours and style choices, that
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Margaret had very little time in which to be jittery about seeing Peter
Benhurst again not twenty-four hours after he'd left her in the Star of
the Orient lobby the previous evening.
She didn't forget about it, of course, though she did very nearly
forget to mention her date to Ralph when they met for tea at five.
She was far too busy thanking him for his generous surprise.
'I'm glad you're pleased,' he said happily. 'It seemed to me that
visiting Hong Kong without buying a frock or two would be like
going to Brighton and coming back without a stick of rock, if you
see what I mean.'
'Sort of,' Margaret agreed doubtfully, stirring sugar into her tea,
'except I can't remember being quite so thrilled with boiled sweets as
I am with Mr Li Hsu's handiwork!'
Ralph chortled at that, smiling at a memory. 'Well, you were, lass.
Take my word for that.'
It wasn't until they'd nearly finished their tea, and Ralph had glanced
at his watch and asked, 'Are you joining me tonight for dinner?' that
she remembered.
'I I know it's the second evening in a row,' she began guiltily,
'but'
'But you've been invited out,' he finished for her matter-of-factly.
'Doesn't surprise me one bit. And it'll give me a chance for a swim
and a light snack and another very welcome early night. You have a
good time, you hear?'
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Even after she had showered and made up her face and brushed her
hair into a dark, burnished cloud around her shoulders, Margaret had
plenty of time left in which to dither about whether she really dared
to wear the outfit she'd chosen that morning. But the longer she
looked at her own reflection in the full-length mirror, the more she
realized just how glamorous and confident the daring combination of
red and pink and glitter made her feel, and how very flattering it was
against her wealth of long dark hair.
Linda rang just as Margaret was debating whether or not to wear
diamante ear-rings.
'I know it's short notice,' Linda said, 'but if you're free this evening, I
thought you might like to go out somewhere with me.'
'Any other time, Linda,' Margaret answered happily, smiling at the
phone. 'But I've got a date tonight.'
'Ah ha! Anyone I know?' Linda teased.
Margaret was about to say no, she didn't think so, but then she
remembered about Peter being MD of Pan Orient. Linda worked for
his company. She couldn't fail to know him, at least by sight.
'Actually, I'm sure you do,' Margaret answered. 'It's Peter Benhurst.'
There was a momentary pause on the other end, caused apparently
by Linda's sudden need to cough. 'Where did you meet him,
Margaret?' she asked, when she had recovered.
'At the party. You weren't there at the time, but I managed to spill a
glass of wine all down the sleeve of his dinner jacket. After that, I
bumped into him a couple of times, and the result is he's asked me
out to dinner.'
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'Oh, well, that's really nice!' Linda said, perhaps a shade too heartily.
Peter and I will be working together in London, you know, though I
don't suppose I mentioned that to you before. I didn't realize you'd
met him'
'You mean he's going back to London too?' Margaret asked,
trying hard to keep her voice as even and chatty as Linda's.
'Well, he'll have to, won't he? If we're going to work together?' Linda
said, laughing.
Margaret laughed back, grateful for the chance to cover her reaction.
'Hmm. Wish I'd thought of that!'
The importance of Linda's news dawned on Margaret so suddenly
that she felt her pulses racing. She felt sure Linda could hear the
thudding of her heart through the telephone receiver. Why, she and
Peter might go on seeing one another, perhaps might grow very fond
of one another, perhaps
'Oh, nonsense!' Margaret said, to stop herself. Unfortunately she said
it rather loudly, and Linda heard it too.
'Sorry?' Linda asked, startled.
'Oh! Nothing, Linda. I I didn't mean to say that to you. I've, urn,
I've just smeared my nail varnish on the table top, that's all. I am
sorry. Now, what were you saying? I'm sorry, I didn't hear you
properly.'
Linda had been saying that she'd got a letter from Richard that
morning, and he missed her as much as she missed him, and there
was a possibility that he might get a flat quite near Notting Hill Gate,
and wasn't that where Margaret lived?
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Margaret was silent as Linda said all of it over again, and lots of
other things besides, except when she made encouraging noises to
indicate she was glad to listen (which she was) and that she was
paying full attention to what Linda was telling her (which she was
not).
But Linda would have been the first person to understand and forgive
that, had she realized a fraction of the turmoil in Margaret
Hamilton's normally tranquil heart.
5
In the elegant, oak-panelled bar of the Cote d'Medici, several heads
turned as Margaret Hamilton was escorted to a table. The men
admired while the women appraised, and Peter Benhurst looked
pleased.
'I wanted to show you off,' he confided as they sipped their drinks. 'It
isn't every evening I get to be seen around town with a beautiful
woman.'
'You exaggerate,' Margaret answered lightly, 'but thank you, kind
sir.' Privately she was thinking that if anything, Peter was more than
likely spoiled for choice when it came to women, beautiful or
otherwise. One must not forget the cool, confident Miss Baker-
Leigh, who up till the previous evening had been very much in
evidence by his side.
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The maitre d'hotel came through from the dining room just as they
finished their sherries, offering a large, tasselled menu to Peter with
a deft flourish and the suggestion of a bow. But Peter merely smiled
at the man and shook his head. Moments later, he whisked Margaret
out through the foyer and back into the street.
'Where are we going now?' she asked, laughing up at him.
'Ah! That would be telling,' he answered.
Peter hailed a passing taxi, but Margaret was no wiser about their
destination after he spoke to the driver. Once they were under way,
Peter looked at Margaret, about to say something. When he saw her
expression of wide-eyed astonishment, he laughed.
'What's the matter?'
'Well you spoke to the driver in what sounded like Chinese,
and'
'And why not? Apart from the years I spent at school' in England,
and occasional visits to my grandmother, this is my home town. I
began learning Cantonese almost before I could speak English
properly. It was something my parents were determined I should
learn, particularly my father. He had nothing but contempt for the
high-handedness of the worst of British colonial attitudes.'
Margaret listened thoughtfully to that, her respect for him growing. It
was one of her own regrets, that in all the years she'd wanted to visit
Hong Kong, she'd barely managed to master a handful of polite
phrases in the Cantonese dialect spoken there by most of the Chinese
population. She said so to Peter.
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'Don't be so hard on yourself,' he answered. 'No Chinese dialect is
easy to learn, and it certainly wouldn't be worth the effort for the
occasional brief visit. I think you've done well to get as far as polite
phrases.'
She remembered then what Linda had said about Peter's plans to
work in London. She very nearly .mentioned it, but she checked
herself just in time. After all, she barely knew him! He was
attractive, and he'd asked her out, but it wasn't the first time that had
ever happened to her, and it undoubtedly wouldn't be the last. It
wouldn't do at all to seem super-keen just because he'd shown an
interest.
The restaurant where they'd begun the evening was famed for its
superb French food, the superior quality of its wine cellar, and the
very high standard of service it offered to its well-heeled patrons.
The destination of their short taxi ride away from it was a sharp
contrast to all that. The driver pulled up beside a decaying wooden
quay which jutted into the typhoon shelter at Causeway Bay. The
sun was just setting, and one after another, lanterns winked and
glowed from the swaying little boats which were moored there,
chock-a-block in the water.
'I think,' Peter said as he helped Margaret out of the cab, 'you'll be a
lot better off if you take your shoes off. If you don't mind, that is.'
'I don't mind in the least. But why?'
'You'll soon see,' he answered cryptically, and then he turned his full
attention to a rapid-fire negotiation with the Chinese on the quay
who appeared to be in charge of several empty boats.
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Dancing slippers are a distinct handicap when one is boarding a
sampan. Margaret saw that, even before they scrambled into the one
Peter hired for the evening. When he'd sorted out the bamboo oar he
acquired with it, he sat down beside her on the crude, wooden bench
in the aft of the tiny boat.
'I very nearly suggested eating at the Medici,' he said, grinning at
her. 'But then it occurred to me that we could have a lot more fun if
we came out here instead. Apart from anything else, the food is
marvellous.'
'I've always wanted a go in a sampan,' Margaret answered happily.
'The only thing is'
'You don't mind, do you?' he asked anxiously. 'I mean, you do like
Chinese food, don't you? You did mention something last night,
about stopping at street stalls'
'Oh yes, I love it!' Margaret answered quickly. 'It's only well,
where is the food?'
Peter laughed aloud at that, clapping one hand to his forehead in a
theatrical gesture of astonishment. 'You don't mean to tell me I've hit
upon an adventure you haven't heard about!' He looked extremely
pleased with himself.
'I have heard about floating restaurants'
'This is even more fun,' he announced with authority, gesturing round
the inlet with a wide sweep of one arm. 'Quite a few of the boats you
see around