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Chinaman's Chance

... doing here?" Madam Bordeaux demanded. Sarah and I jumped. We didn't notice her arrival. "This woman help me today," Mary said. "You say okay. Her name Olive." I just stood there grinning like an idiot. Enjoy your last hours among the living, bitch! If Madame Bordeaux had seen through my disguise, I just would have pulled my knife and stabbed her in the throat. But I wanted to get her alone with less chance of an innocent being hurt or killed. "I don't care what her name is," the brothel owner responded. "I saw her hand something to you. What was it?" Now she was talking to Sarah. "This woman found a double eagle on the floor. She gave it to me." She held up one of the gold coins that I had just given her. "That was very honest of her, wasn't it?" Sarah was a quick thinker. "Anything left behind belongs to me. You know that." "I wasn't going to keep it," Sarah protested. She handed the money to her boss. "No, of course you weren't," the evil woman sneered. "If you find any more money you bring it directly to me. Do you understand?" Mary rattled off something in Cantonese. I nodded my head and kept grinning. "She understand now, Madame," Mary said. "Good. I don't pay you to stand around. Now get back to work and remember I'm only paying for one of you." "Yes, Madame." The bitch walked to a door, unlocked it and disappeared inside; her office. All three of us breathed a sigh of relief. Sarah gave a little wave and retreated upstairs. "If I survive this day, I will not be ...

... returning," Mary whispered as we returned to our chores. "You never know. The new owner might be easier to work for," I whispered back. I held out my palm. "Oh, looky here. I found some more money. I should take it to Madame Bordeaux right away." "Wait until the guard goes to relieve himself," Mary said. "He drinks a lot of coffee to keep awake and he goes a lot. The next guard isn't due for another two hours." It didn't take long for the guard to feel the urge and he disappeared downstairs where the staff commode was situated. I took a deep breath, put on my grin and knocked on the door. I heard the madam say something and I opened the door. "What the hell do you want?" Madame Bordeaux demanded. I showed her another double eagle. That got her attention and a big smile on her face. "Bring it here." I closed the door and as I did so I dropped the coin along with two more of like value. She gasped and stared as I picked the up the coins. She didn't notice that I threw the bolt. I brought the coins over to the bitch sitting at her roll top desk. A big safe sat to her left. "Well," the brothel madame gloated, "you must be my good luck charm." "I don't think so," I said and stuck my pistol in her face. "I think I am more like your worst fucking nightmare, Sally Collins." I pocketed the coins again. The woman's face turned sheet white. There was a knock on the door and the bitch screamed. The doorknob turned and when it didn't open there was more pounding. So much for my plan for doing a ...