Deep Purple
“He had to look down at the wily Chinese who in effect actually controlled the lives of Hop Town’s inhabitants.
“You are most welcome to my humble establishment, Taro Shima,” Ling Chuey said, speaking in English.
Taro inclined his head in acknowledgment. His stone-carved face never once betrayed surprise that Ling Chuey knew who he was. Ling Chuey knew everything and everyone, or soon would, who rode in and departed from Tombstone. “I seek to enjoy a game of mah-jongg,” he responded, lik...ewise in English.
“So good, Shima-san,” Ling answered politely, his slit eyes probing behind Taro’s smooth facade. “The white man’s poker and the Mexican’s monte do not offer the challenge of the Oriental game.”
Taro followed the man along the long hall and down the wooden steps into the tunnel. He ignored the bodies sprawled in drowsy abandon as he passed through the main stope to another smaller room bathed in a yellow light from a filigreed oil lamp suspended from the ceiling by a gold chain.MoreLess
“You are most welcome to my humble establishment, Taro Shima,” Ling Chuey said, speaking in English.
Taro inclined his head in acknowledgment. His stone-carved face never once betrayed surprise that Ling Chuey knew who he was. Ling Chuey knew everything and everyone, or soon would, who rode in and departed from Tombstone. “I seek to enjoy a game of mah-jongg,” he responded, lik...ewise in English.
“So good, Shima-san,” Ling answered politely, his slit eyes probing behind Taro’s smooth facade. “The white man’s poker and the Mexican’s monte do not offer the challenge of the Oriental game.”
Taro followed the man along the long hall and down the wooden steps into the tunnel. He ignored the bodies sprawled in drowsy abandon as he passed through the main stope to another smaller room bathed in a yellow light from a filigreed oil lamp suspended from the ceiling by a gold chain.MoreLess
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