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Chinaman's Chance

... was now for sale and he was boarding in the same house as Peters. They seemed to be acting as each other's bodyguards. "I guess I should go after Madame Bordeaux now." "She doesn't go out very much anymore," Tom said. "Also, the bitch has hired a couple of professional gunslingers as bodyguards." "How did you find that out?" "I, uh...rented the companionship of one of Madam Bordeaux's girls for the evening. She liked to gossip." "Heh! I hope you added that outing to your expense report." "I did," Tom responded. "I feel guilty about it, too." "Why is that?" "That girl was the most money I ever paid for a prostitute by far. She was nice, but nothing special." "Don't worry about it," I responded. "It's a valid expense. Besides, you gathered some valuable information." The bitch must have connected the dots and figured out she was a target also. I wasn't anxious to go through a couple of professional killers to get to Madame Bordeaux. A delay in seeking vengeance might be necessary. "The two landlubbers are still out and about. They seem to be making a point of visiting every business in the Barbary Coast and Chinatown." "Aha!" "Aha?" "I think they're collecting for the police widows' and orphans' fund otherwise known as extorting the businessmen for 'so-called' contributions." "Come to think of it, right after they left I overheard one of the saloon keepers complain that the police were getting greedy. Do you think they're gathering cash for a getaway fund?" "I think you may ...

... be right," I said. "Too bad we can't just take that money away from them two bilge-rats." "It's most probably too well hidden," I responded. "I'll be satisfied if those bilge rats don't live long enough to spend a dime of that money. I think it's time I made my move. I don't want those two to get away." "Give me a couple of more days," Tom responded. "They are not depositing that money in any bank and I would like to know where they are stashing it. I have plans for some of that loot if you do not mind sharing." I smiled. "I don't mind at all. A couple of more days shouldn't hurt. Just be careful." We arranged for another meeting and wished each other luck. I wasn't worried when Tom didn't show up at our agreed upon rendezvous site at the appointed time two days later. He was only a little late. An hour later, I was very worried. I didn't dare leave my hiding place for fear of missing him. It was beneath a pier behind a pile of rocks. Late at night it was totally dark. There could be a thousand valid reasons why he would be late or prevented from coming and all of them harmless, but we hadn't planned for this contingency. Someone finally did show up, but it wasn't Tom. He looked like a young boy. I wondered why a boy his age would be out this late. Damn it! He knew the password I used with Tom. He whistled the Popeye the Sailor Man cartoon theme music. "What is Popeye's favorite snack?" I called without showing myself. If he named anything but spinach I'd know Tom hadn't sent ...