Mrs. Pollifax on the China Station

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wondered,
could have done this?
She could not believe it had been a worker in the hotel; opening alocked suitcase without leaving behind so much as a scratch was an art denied to the average person.
    The police? But Mr. Li had handled Customs, and at the border no one had felt any need to question her about her remarkable supply of vitamins and dried fruit.
    Her mysterious coagent? But whoever he was there seemed no need for him to investigate her; he had the advantage of knowing who she was, as well as what she’d brought with her.
    What a bewildering finish to a delightful evening
, she thought, and realized that she felt thoroughly jarred by this.
I don’t understand it
, she reflected,
and I don’t like it, It’s almost as if
— But she did not allow herself to complete that thought, and hastily drew out her pajamas.

“M ay we see the sketches you did last evening in the park?” Mrs. Pollifax asked Malcolm at breakfast.
    He said ruefully, “I ended up giving them all away to my audience. We certainly attract crowds, don’t we?”
    He smiled across the table at Iris, who flushed as usual but managed one of her radiant smiles in return.
    “Quite a schedule today,” commented Joe Forbes, spearing a peanut between his chopsticks.
    “Yes indeed,” she said. Miss Bai had pinned to the dining room wall a calendar of events for their stay in Xian, presented in flawless calligraphy, but to Mrs. Pollifax the most important news was that after trips to the Bell Tower and to the Wild Goose Pagoda, they were going to visit the Drum Tower.
    For the Drum Tower Mrs. Pollifax still had no plans. How very easy and natural the assignment had seemed to her when she was sitting in Carstairs’ office in Langley Field, Virginia, and how very different it looked now that she was in Xian! She had absolutely no idea what obstacles were going to greet her, or even whether she would be able to find Guo Musu’s barbershop. She dared not ask about a barbershop near the Drum Tower or she would be shown it—if it existed—in the company of Mr. Li or Miss Bai. She had finally accepted the fact that she could assemble no strategy whatever in advance, which was not the happiest way to approach such an important moment, or the Drum Tower either, or Guo Musu if he could be found, but Mrs. Pollifax had a great deal of faith: something would occur to her. A miracle would take place.
    Yes, definitely a miracle, she told herself firmly.
    In the meantime they were going to visit Ban Po Village this morning, which would please Iris, and a department store, which would please Jenny’s desire for Mao cap and jacket, and Mrs. Pollifax tried to pretend that it pleased her too, that this was a perfectly normal day with the afternoon of no particular significance, and that her suitcase had not been searched the night before.
    At Ban Po Village they were ushered into a briefing room and seated at a long table with a tea cup placed squarely in front of each chair, and while they sipped hot tea the resident guide delivered facts to them, translated into English by Miss Bai … the site discovered accidentally in 1953 … the foundations of forty-five houses with remarkably preserved pottery and tools … in existence from 6080 B . C . to 5600 B . C . … evidence of its being a matriarchal society …
    Released from the tyranny of the briefing, Mrs. Pollifax considered those facts. She decided that facts could not possibly describe the drama of workmen starting to build afactory here and discovering instead the remains of an eight-thousand-year-old village. Strolling along the walk-ways of the building that sheltered the excavation, she tried to come to grips with eight thousand years of time and failed. Eight thousand was only a number, there was simply no way to cope with such aeons, but what did come to her—like a lingering fragrance across the years—was the intelligence at work here: the intricately worked out trenches between the houses,

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