Mike Dixon

‘They set the rules. So what do you do?’
‘Dunno.’
‘You move the goalposts, David.’
There was a message in what Charlie said all those years
ago and the more David thought about it, the more it took
form. After a while he was able to put it into words Charlie
might have used.
Don’t hang around and wait for the bastards to lay charges.
Go out there and look for Tong Yee’s gold before they can
do anything to stop you.
David felt more relaxed. A plan was developing. The next
step was to get parts of Tong Yee‟s journal translated. They
had been invited to the Hansens for dinner that evening. He
resolved to stay until Humphrey had deciphered the last of
the clues needed to find the gold.
irstin Hansen looked
K out of the window as
Humphrey drove into the yard
with her sixteen-year-old
granddaughter, Elizabeth. Re-
cently retired from a lifetime in
intelligence activities, Kirstin
had been born in Shanghai of
Danish missionary parents.
When the Communists gained power in China the family
stayed on for a few years then gave up the unequal struggle
and returned to Denmark. Kirstin was eighteen at the time
and ill-prepared for the vibrant nightlife of Copenhagen.
She left for Australia three years later, a single mother
with a small son. Contrary to the dire predictions of her father,
she did not end up on the streets but secured a position
with the Australian Department of External Affairs where her
knowledge of Chinese was highly valued.
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