“I know that,” declared Moose. “But we’re up against a tough situation, Wing Toy. You remember what you told me when I brought him here — that if any one else came for him, there would be trouble—”
“I remember.”
“Well, we figure that some one is coming for him; and we want the trouble to land.”
Wing Toy placidly awaited an explanation.
“There’s one guy,” stated Moose, “just one, who is wise to the fact that we took this fellow Galvin away.”
“A policeman?”
“No.”
WING TOY shrugged his shoulders. He was indifferent to any forces other than those of the law. Not because he feared them, but because it was his policy to keep in their good graces.
Wing Toy, as a power, had brought peace to Chinatown. He took his tributes from the leaders of small tongs. He engaged in the opium business only indirectly.
Detectives found him useful and helpful. They never bothered him. He was applying the racket idea to the Americanized Chinese.