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LATE THAT NIGHT, Yainia, waterfront warehouse “Your plan to attack the Great White Fleet at Mare Island,” he began in the formal, measured phrases of a diploovernment”

It had been raining for two days, and the Poto, swelled by the vast watershed that drained thousands of square inia, Pennsylvania, and Washington, DC The powerful current made the floor tremble The rain drummed on the ancient roof Leaks dripped into a helmet turned upside down on the spy’s desk, splashed on the old searchlight behind him and streamed down its lens

The spy could not hide his astonishment “How did you find out?”

Yamamoto s, and a cunning and self-control not found in the West’ His sht that the spy could see his teeth outlined against them

“I will not pere between Japan and the United States at precisely the wrong time”

“The wedge is already in motion,” the spy said mildly

“What good would come of it?”

“Depends on your point of view Fro Japan and the United States in conflict would open up opportunities in the Pacific Nor will Great Britain mourn if the US Navy is forced to concentrate its battleships on its West Coast They ht even seize the opportunity to reoccupy the West Indies”

“It does nothing for Japan”

“I have Ger to pay me for their opportunities”

“You are even worse than I thought”

The spy laughed “Don’t you understand? The international dreadnought race presents splendiferous opportunities to a man with the intestinal fortitude to seize the to stop each other I’m a salesman in a seller’s market”

“You are playing both ends against the middle”

The spy laughed louder “You underestiainst thea fortune What will it cost ame?”

“I am not a mercenary”