He told him about the princess, but made no mention of the supposed-to-be-hidden money.
"I have every reason to believe that Gong Schow before his death hid papers of importance in the little shack where he used to carry on business near the North Beach," he said. "This man Ah Lung is most anxious to recover those papers as well as the princess. I have been there, but everything seems to be in ruins. I can't even locate the spot where the shack stood. I am afraid the case is hopeless, but I thought that perhaps you could help me out, Woo."
"I will if I can, you may be sure," replied the Chinese bank clerks, "but I must say, Mr. Brady, you are rather indefinite."
"I know it," answered the old detective, "but to tell the truth, I have to be. The affair concerns only Ah Lung."
"And you are the best man in the world for keeping others people's secrets. But I did not refer to that. Which Gong Schow do you mean?"
"What! Was there more than one of that name in Chinatown?"
"There were four."
"Bless me! That certainly complicates matters. But surely there was only one who ran a business at the North Beach and engaged in hop smuggling on the side."
"There again you are wrong. There were two; what is more, there was another place called North Beach in those days."
The Chinaman named the location. It was over the Bay above Saucelito.