"The Amoy restaurant," ejaculated O'Connor, seizing the telephone.
A moment later he was arranging with the captain at the Elizabeth
Street station for the warrants for an instant raid.
XII
THE "DOPE TRUST"
As we hurried into Chinatown from Chatham Square we could see that
the district was celebrating its holidays with long ropes of
firecrackers, and was feasting to reed discords from the pipes of
its most famous musicians, and was gay with the hanging out of
many sunflags, red with an eighteen-rayed white sun in the blue
union. Both the new tong truce and the anniversary were more than
cause for rejoicing.
Hurried though it was, the raid on the Hep Sing joint had been
carefully prepared by O'Connor. The house we were after was one of
the oldest of the rookeries, with a gaudy restaurant on the second
floor, a curio shop on the street level, while in the basement all
that was visible was a view of a huge and orderly pile of tea
chests. A moment before the windows of the dwellings above the
restaurant had been full of people.
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