There, Ed Woo explained, a certain cove was once called North Beach and enjoyed a short-lived popularity as a Sunday bathing resort, but had now been entirely abandoned for several years.
"And was there a Gong Schow in business over there?" asked the old detective.
"There was," replied Ed Woo, "there was one out there and one at the old North Beach in San Francisco. Both took a hand at hop smuggling. I knew them both, so you see, Mr. Brady, it is important that I should know which one you mean."
"Well, under the circumstances I should say so," exclaimed the old detective. "The man I refer to died shortly after the fire."
"Then he was the Gong Schow over the bay," was the reply. "The other one so far as I know is living still."
Here was information of real value.
Hurrying back to the hotel Old King Brady found Harry had just come in.
"Have you accomplished anything?" he asked.
"Nothing, I may say," replied Harry, "except that by mere accident I learned that Dr. Garshaski took the princess to the North Beach last night and made a hunt for Gong Schow's house, but failed to find it."
"Which North Beach?"