“All right,” I said. “Let’s move on to more important things. Did you catch the guy?”
“No. Unfortunately, he was very fast. But it did him no good. It was only a matter of time after I returned to Hong Kong before I learned who he was.”
“Who?”
“His name is Thomas Luk. He is known as a very bad man with a knife. He came here several years ago from your country—San Francisco, I believe—because he was wanted for murder there. Since then he has worked with many different groups on the waterfront.”
“For Po Hing?”
“Once, but not for several years.”
“But I don’t suppose you could find out who hired him?”
“Oh, yes. He was hired by the other man you are interested in. Whitey Blake.”
“How did you find out?”
“I asked Thomas Luk,” he said.
“And he told you just like that?” I asked.
“Yes. I
