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Chinaman's Chance

... "There's more where that came from," I responded. "There is this woman who might be able to help you, but I'm not sure." "Tell me," I said. Sarah gave me the background on the woman she wanted to me to meet. I would have to arrange to meet her myself. Later that same day, I spotted the woman as she left her place of employment and made her way home toward Chinatown. She was elderly and easy to shadow. I had my own shadow in the form of Brian O'Hara. The woman stopped to rest a bit and I took the opportunity to talk to her. "Good evening," I said. Sarah told me she spoke English. "Good evening," she returned. "May I talk to you for a few moments?" "About what?" She appeared tired and impatient. I couldn't blame her. She had been working for twelve straight hours. Okay, no pleasantries. Get to business. "I understand the smugglers have been pressuring your family for payment with regard to sneaking your grandson into the country. A hundred dollars, I'm told?" "A little less now, but not much less. They want my grandson to work in a cigar factory sixteen hours a day to work off debt." "What would you do for the money to pay off that debt in full?" "Anything," the woman said immediately. "But I have nothing to offer." "You work for Madame Bordeaux's parlor house as a maid?" "Yes." "I need to get into that place undetected." The old woman looked at me hard. "I know who you are," she said. "You must be that girl who ran away with Sammy. I thought you were dead." "Sammy is dead and ...

... it was at Madame Bordeaux's instigation. I need to avenge his death." Now that I had been outed would the woman hold me up for more money? Would she betray me to Madame Bordeaux? "I should do it for free," the woman said. "What?" "Madame always cheating me of pay. When Sammy ran away, Madame cut my pay in half because I am Chinese also. Dared me to quit. She knows I cannot. But since you offered me money to pay off smugglers, I accept your offer." She offered me an almost toothless grin. I grinned in return and slipped five double eagles into her outstretched palm. That sealed the deal. Mary (her English name) said she didn't know of any of the secret entrances to Madame Bordeaux's parlor house that Chen mentioned, but I might be able to get in if I was heavily disguised. Mary had recently injured her hand and she had asked the madam if she could bring in someone else to help while her hand healed. The brothel owner said okay, but she was only paying for one person. I was going to be Mary's temporary help. We arranged to meet and I went back to Maggie's farm to prepare my disguise. I had had some experience in doing my own stage makeup in high school productions, but this had to be an award-winning job. I still had Chen's makeup kit. I decided to go as an elderly woman or an old crone if you will. Maggie helped me with the wrinkles. Hands and feet were aged. My teeth looked too good so I colored them up with mashed up beets so I looked like a betel nut user. We even rigged up ...