East and West -- Fiction; Giants -- Fiction; Science fiction
"The headquarters of New Buddhism is on a small volcanic island called
Yat, off the east coast of Celebes. Your job is to reach that island and
find out what's going on, and then bring the information back. Clear?"
We nodded. We had received a similar briefing in Washington, and from a
far more distinguished personage than Major Reid, but we felt no need of
mentioning this. In such a business, gratuitous information, even to
friends, serves no useful end.
* * * * *
Our informant in Washington had told us a good many other things,
too. In the name of New Buddhism, the priests had been collecting
immense quantities of supplies, and on an increasing scale. Tons of
foodstuffs had been gathered and then shipped off to an unknown
destination. Machinery, lumber, structural steel, canvas by the
thousands of yards had been purchased, loaded onto ships and barges, and
spirited away. It appeared that the New Buddhists were maintaining a
standing army, or perhaps a labor force somewhere east of Borneo, but
the picture was very incomplete.
Part of the failure of ordinary methods of intelligence may have been
due to the supersecrecy of the New Buddhists themselves. It was not
difficult to corrupt priests on the lower levels, but all they knew was
that certain quotas of food and materials were set for their territory,
which were then shipped away to Borneo.
The big break had come only a few months ago. One of the OSS men got
through to a barge captain, who had been to the headquarters itself. He
identified the location as an island a few miles off the northeast coast
of Celebes. It was, he said, highly mountainous--in fact he believed it
to be an extinct volcano, with a water filled crater reached only by a
narrow passage from the sea. Boats, he said, could go in and out, but
his barge was not among those permitted. He delivered his cargo, three
thousand tons of rice and five thousand raw hides, and was then sent on
his way. Under questioning, he said that there were many people living
on the island--thousands at least. Most of them lived in barracks among
the trees fronting the ocean, but some had special privileges and were
allowed to go to the top of the crater rim.
Of the activities within the crater our informant knew nothing. At night
the clouds were often lit by reflections from there, and once he had
heard noises, accompanied by a distinct shaking of the earth, as though
blasting were being done at a great depth.
This was the extent of our knowledge. We knew the location, but it was
up to us to find out the rest.
Our departure from Shanghai for the great island of Celebes involved the
usual exasperation of delay and red tape. The American Embassy did
everything possible to expedite matters, and brought a little pressure
to bear, I think, on the strength of the then impending American Sixth
Loan to China. In any case we were at last cleared, and boarded the
plane for Celebes.
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