“Nobody knows,” said a clean-faced young Russian. “It’s the Japs shooting. Can’t tell why. Probably just nervous. Nothing was done against them, though St. Christopher knows it’s plenty we’d like to do. They want this peninsula, and if keeping us fighting among ourselves will give it to them, they’ll win it.”
“I’ve seen their spies two thousand miles from the last sign of civilization.”
“They are everywhere, like fleas.”
“I’ve got to get at some of them. Think they kidnapped a friend of mine,” said Johnny. “But how can I get past this?”
“I know a closed private alley. Want to try that?”
“Come.”
The man led the way half the distance back to Wo Cheng’s door, then suddenly opened a door in a wall.
“See. Through there.”
He closed the door behind Johnny. Johnny looked about. Straight on before him lay a path, to the right of which was a garden. At the end of the path was another door.