"There might be, over the Bay," said Dawson. "They have a lot of our San Francisco names duplicated over there." Harry left him wondering if there could be anything in his idea. CHAPTER XI. TOO LATE. Old King Brady had two good reasons for keeping his mouth shut about the Chinaman whom he hoped might furnish him information about Gong Schow. In the first place this man, who went by the name of Ed. Woo, had once saved his life during a mix-up in a Dupont street opium joint, a service which the old detective was not the kind to forget, and in the next place the man had long since given up his crooked ways and now held a position in a certain prominent bank on Montgomery street where he had charge of all Chinese business, commanded a good salary and was highly respected. Old King Brady was not the man to throw a stone in the way of such a character, for which who can blame him? Business of importance prevented the old detective from calling at once on Ed Woo, but during the morning he went to the bank and calling him out into the hall briefly explained the situation in part. He told him about the princess, but made no mention of the supposed-to-be-hidden money. "I have every reason to believe that Gong Schow before his death hid papers of importance in the little shack where he used to carry on business near the North Beach," he said. "This man Ah Lung is most anxious to recover those papers as well as the princess. I have been there, but everything seems to be in ruins. I can't even locate the spot where the shack stood. I am afraid the case is hopeless, but I thought that perhaps you could help me out, Woo." "I will if I can, you may be sure," replied the Chinese bank clerks, "but I must say, Mr. Brady, you are rather indefinite." "I know it," answered the old detective, "but to tell the truth, I have to be. The affair concerns only Ah Lung." "And you are the best man in the world for keeping others people's secrets. But I did not refer to that. Which Gong Schow do you mean?" "What! Was there more than one of that name in Chinatown?" "There were four." "Bless me! That certainly complicates matters. But surely there was only one who ran a business at the North Beach and engaged in hop smuggling on the side." "There again you are wrong. There were two; what is more, there was another place called North Beach in those days." The Chinaman named the location. It was over the Bay above Saucelito. There, Ed Woo explained, a certain cove was once called North Beach and enjoyed a short-lived popularity as a Sunday bathing resort, but had now been entirely abandoned for several years. "And was there a Gong Schow in business over there?" asked the old detective. "There was," replied Ed Woo, "there was one out there and one at the old North Beach in San Francisco. Both took a hand at hop smuggling. I knew them both, so you see, Mr. Brady, it is important that I should know which one you mean."