"Mr. Dawson," he asked, "is there any other place around San Francisco which goes by the name of North Beach?"
"There might be, over the Bay," said Dawson. "They have a lot of our San Francisco names duplicated over there."
Harry left him wondering if there could be anything in his idea.
CHAPTER XI.
TOO LATE.
Old King Brady had two good reasons for keeping his mouth shut about the Chinaman whom he hoped might furnish him information about Gong Schow.
In the first place this man, who went by the name of Ed. Woo, had once saved his life during a mix-up in a Dupont street opium joint, a service which the old detective was not the kind to forget, and in the next place the man had long since given up his crooked ways and now held a position in a certain prominent bank on Montgomery street where he had charge of all Chinese business, commanded a good salary and was highly respected.
Old King Brady was not the man to throw a stone in the way of such a character, for which who can blame him?
Business of importance prevented the old detective from calling at once on Ed Woo, but during the morning he went to the bank and calling him out into the hall briefly explained the situation in part.