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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.

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-

Me. Sir. Paul Choy stared back at the tai-pan, unafraid, even though his heart was beating faster than it had ever beaten - even more than when he was on the junk a lifetime ago - the young Werewolf's blood on his hands, the half-dead, mutilated body leaning against him, and his father shouting at him to throw the man overboard.

Good, the tai-pan said, his face closing.

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.

Me. Sir. Paul Choy stared back at the tai-pan, unafraid, even though his heart was beating faster than it had ever beaten - even more than when he was on the junk a lifetime ago - the young Werewolf's blood on his hands, the half-dead, mutilated body leaning against him, and his father shouting at him to throw the man overboard.

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

Good, the tai-pan said, his face closing.

When the door was shut, Paul Choy wiped his hands without noticing it. I've come about step one, sir. Sorry we had to put it off from yesterday, but, er, the wax impressions - they fitted one of your two remaining half-coins?

You should give it back to Phillip Chen.

I presume you have your half with you. Let's go to the assayist right now. He got up, testing Paul Choy.

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

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.

None, tai-pan. None, the old man had said, wringing his hands.

No sir, sorry but no. Paul Choy felt his heart about to burst, the thong around his neck suddenly a noose, the half-coin burning into his flesh. Sorry, but I don't think that's a good idea.

I presume you have your half with you. Let's go to the assayist right now. He got up, testing Paul Choy.

Are you now?

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

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

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

Forget that How do you recover the half-coin before the favor?

None, tai-pan. None, the old man had said, wringing his hands.

Good, the tai-pan said, his face closing.

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.

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