I had to admit
the possibility that it was Clendenin who might have quarrelled
over her attachment to Chin Jung, even though I have never yet
been able to understand what the fascination is that some
Orientals have over certain American girls.
All that night we watched patiently from a vantage point of an old
shed near both the house and the decayed pier. It was weird in the
extreme, especially as we had no idea what might happen if we had
success and saw something. But there was no reward for our
patience. Absolutely nothing happened. It was as though they knew,
whoever they were, that we were there. During the hours that
passed O'Connor whiled away the time in a subdued whisper now and
then in telling us of his experiences in Chinatown which he was
now engaged in trying to clean up. From Chinatown, its dens, its
gamblers and its tongs we drifted to the legitimate business
interests there, and I, at least, was surprised to find that there
were some of the merchants for whom even O'Connor had a great deal
of respect.
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