On the docks in Singapore, it was bedlam - and people of all races, creed and color were milling around the dock, waiting for the passengers to disembark. Here, east was meeting west, and yet standing alone there was a woman leaning against a lift buoy. Her hair was blonde and tawny and hung down around her shoulders, with green eyes which searched and probed the ship from stem to stern. That was Singapore Liz...