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“What the hell is that?”

“It’s a navy yard Like the Brooklyn Navy Yard It’s where the Great White Fleet ships will re-provision and get their bottoms painted before they sail for Honolulu and Auckland and Japan”

“Eyes, what the hell are you into now?”

“There’s an aazine in the Mare Island Naval Shipyard I want Harry Wing and Louis Loh to blow it up”

“Blow up a navy yard?” Thompson dropped his bottle and jumped to his feet “Are you crazy?”

“No”

Tommy looked around frantically as if cops suddenly had ears pressed to his well-guarded walls “What are you telling me this for?”

“Because when the Mare Island h than you ever saw in your life”

“How much?”

Eyes told hi

VAN DORN DETECTIVE JOHN SCULLY continued scouting Chinatown in a variety of disguises He was a street peddler one day, a ragpicker the next, a drunk sleeping outdoors as a soldier in the “army of the park benches,” and an official of the city health department, which raised sufficient bribes to keep down expenses He kept picking up hints about the Gopher Gang h-class gairls they hired But a Hip Sing boss’s girlfriend personally ran the joint, and she treated you on the level

“Chinese girls?” asked a wide-eyed Scully, provoking laughter fro to drinks on Canal Street

“There’s no China girls in Chinatown”

“No China girls?”

“They’re not allowed to bring them into the country”