mac.thepearlharbormurders-第2章

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　Hully　wasn't　so　sure　he　agreed　with　his　father。　After　all；　me　Matsonia…the　Lurline's　sister　ship…had　been　recently　converted　to　a　troopship；　today　was　the　first　time　in　two　weeks　transportation　to　California　had　been　available；　excluding　a　few　seats　on　the　Pan　Am　clippers。
　〃No　offense；　Colonel；〃　Hully　said；　〃but　you　told　us　there'd　be　an　attack　by　Thanksgiving；　and　nothing　happened。　What　makes　you　think…〃
　〃You'll　probably　be　all　right　till　Christmas。　Oh　hell；　who　knows？'　Teske　put　a　hand　on　O。　B。's　shoulder。　〃You　may　be　right；　Ed…or　why　else　would　the　brass　order　me　to　San　Francisco？〃
　〃What　are　you　doing；　heading　out　there；　Colonel？〃　Hully　asked。　〃If　you　can　say　。。。〃
　〃Same　thing　I　was　supposed　to　be　doing　hoe…install　radar　installations；　and　run　simulated　attacks　by　carrier…based　planes。〃
　〃Now　that　makes　sense；〃　Burroughs　said。　〃The　San　Francisco　Navy　Yard；　there's　a　target〃
　Teske　shrugged。　〃Anyway；　I'm　glad　to　get　out　of　this　madhouse。。。。　Ed；　thanks　for　the　send…off。　I'll　see　you　in　the　States。〃
　〃One　of　these　days；〃　Burroughs　said。
　Father　and　son　did　not　wait　around　for　the　Lurline's　actual　departure；　avoiding　the　hoopla　of　whistle　blasts　and　a　brassy　〃Aloha　Oe；〃　hoping　to　beat　the　crowd。　They　had　parked　three　blocks　away；　noting　more　police　in　evidence　than　usual…further　sabotage　fear？…and　Fort　and　Bishop　streets　were　jammed　with　traffic；　it　was　getting　as　bad　as　back　home　in　California；　Hully　thought。
　Pop　drove；　as　usual…he　loved　to　drive…and　they　both　tossed　their　Panamas　on　the　floor　in　the　backseat；　as　otherwise　the　wind　would　have　whisked　the　hats　away；　the　top　was　down　on　the　sporty　white　'37　Pierce　Arrow；　a　twelve…cylinder　with　chrome　wheel　covers。　They　were　heading　Waikiki　way　along　the　Ala　Moana　（Sea　Road）；　and　traffic　had　let　up　some。
　As　they　glided　by　the　United　States　Army　Transport　docks；　across　from　which　was　the　Hawaiian　General　Depot　and　the　Air　Depot；　Hully　asked；　〃What　exactly　does　Colonel　Teske　do？〃
　His　blacksmith's　hands　gripping　the　steering　wheel；　O。　B。　glanced　over　at　his　son；　blue　eyes　hard。　〃Besides　talk　a　lot　of　pessimistic　baloney？　He's　with　the　Army　Signal　Corps。　mander　of　the　Army's　aircraft　warning　system　in　Hawaii。〃
　Hully　had　not　been　privy　to　the　conversations　between　Teske　and　his　father；　but　he　knew　the　colonel　had　arrived　only　about　a　month　ago；　and　was　a　recent　addition　to　the　roster　of　his　pop's　military　pals。
　〃So　what's　this　about　radar？〃　Hully　asked。　They　were　passing　the　Myrtle　and　Healani　Boat　Clubs。
　〃Well；　you　know　what　it　is；　don't　you？〃
　〃Sure。〃
　〃Frank　brought　radar　to　the　islands；　and　it's　a　damn　good　idea；　too。　Look　at　the　role　it　played　in　the　Battle　of　Britain。〃　O。　B。　shrugged；　wind　whipping　the　white　linen　of　bis　jacket。　〃And　I　guess　I　can't　blame　Frank　for　his　attitude…both　the　military　and　the　civilians　have　given　him　one　load　of　horseshit　after　another。〃
　〃How　so？〃
　〃Well；　General　Short　thinks　mobile　radar　stations　aren't　worth　operating　on　a　twenty…four…hour　basis。　To　him；　they're　just　a　good　training　tool　for　the　lower　ranks。〃
　Rather　enjoying　the　wind　rustling　his　hair；　Hully　asked；　〃What　good　does　radar　do　if　you're　not　using　it　all　the　time？〃
　〃None…that's　Frank's　point。〃
　Just　ahead　was　the　entrance　to　Fort　Armstrong；　one　of　five　Coast　Artillery　Defense　Batteries　on　Oahu。
　〃You　said　civilians　were　giving　him　crap；　too；〃　Hully　said。　〃What　do　civilians　have　to　do　with　it？〃
　〃Plenty；　when　it's　the　governor。　Him；　and　the　National　Park　Service。　They　won't　let　Frank　put　his　radar　setups　on　mountain　peaks；　where　they'd　be　most　effective…it　might　ruin　the　view。〃
　〃Hell；〃　Hully　said；　snorting　a　laugh。　〃I　can　see　why　Colonel　Teske　is　frustrated。〃
　〃So　can　I；　son；　but　he's　still　wrong　about　a　Japanese　air　raid　on　Oahu。　And　most　military　personnel；　and　informed　civilians；　agree　with　me；　in　considering　that　a　remote　possibility。〃
　They　were　nearing　Kewalo　Basin；　home　of　sampans　in　the　water　and　out…several　Japanese　boatbuilding　firms　sat　along　the　artificial　harbor　with　its　fleet　of　marine…blue　sampans；　blending　with　the　water　they　bobbed　in。
　〃The　threat　here；〃　his　father　said；　casting　an　eye　toward　the　man…made　Japanese　harbor；　〃isn't　from　above…it's　from　within。〃
　〃Sabotage。〃
　He　nodded；　his　expression　grave；　his　thick　hands　tight　on　the　wheel。　〃I　know　you　don't　agree　with　me　on　this；　Hully；　but　you　can't　deny　the　reality…better　than　one　out　of　three　Hawaiians　are　of　Jap　heritage。〃
　〃e　on；　O。　B。…the　majority　of　them　are　hardworking；　conservative　souls…〃
　〃With　relatives　living　back　in　Japan；〃　his　father　finished。　〃A　good　number　of　these　issei　and　nisei　are　Japanese　citizens。。。。〃
　Issei　were　first…generation　immigrants；　ineligible　for　U。S。　citizenship；　and　nisei　were　born　in　Hawaii；　and　as　such　were　U。S。　citizens。
　Trying　to　rein　in　his　irritation；　Hully　said；　〃The　nisei　hold　dual　citizenships；　Pop。　You　know　that。〃
　O。　B。　frowned　over　at　his　son。　〃Yes；　and　if　war　breaks　out；　what　flag　will　they　serve　under？〃
　Hully　gave　his　dad　a　sarcastic　smile。　〃And　I　suppose　you　think　sweet　Mrs。　Fujimoto　is　just　waiting　for　a　signal　from　the　homeland　to　slit　our　throats　in　the　night。〃
　The　junior　Burroughs　was　referring　to　their　efficient；　kindly；　obviously　loyal　maid；　who　happened　to　be　the　mother　of　a　friend　of　Hully's；　it　was　his　close　friendship　with　a　nisei　that　had　got　these　occasional　near　arguments　going　between　father　and　son。
　Despite　the　absurdity　of　it；　O。　B。　said；　〃How　do　you　know　she　isn't？　How　do　you　know　your　friend　Sam　won't　stab　you　in　the　back？〃　〃Because　he's　my　friend；　Dad。〃　This　was　an　old　argument；　and　father　and　son　fell　into　an　awkward　silence；　punctuated　by　the　whistle　of　wind　and　the　flaglike　flapping　of　white　linen。
　Along　this　stretch　of　the　Ala　Moana；　a　fantastic；　breathtaking　view　presented　itself；　including　Punch　Bowl　and　Round　Top　and　Tantalus　and　Kaimuki　and　Diamond　Head；　the　tower　of　the　Royal　Hawaiian　Hotel　peeking　over　the　tops　of　coconut　and　date　palms　like　a　kid　over　a　fence。
　Finally　Hully　said；　〃Jeez；　Pop；　I　never　saw　so　many　women　in　one　place　in　my　Me；　as　on　that　dock　today。〃　His　father　nodded。　〃Wives　of　servicemen；　mostly；　I　suppose；〃　Hullysaid。
　〃Some　of　'em。　Most　of　them　were　prostitutes。〃
　Hully；　not　sure　his　father　was　serious；　looked　at　him；　saying；　〃What？　Really？〃
　But　O。　B。's　expression　was　matter…of…fact；　so　was　his　tone。　〃Sure。　And　that's　the　only　thing　that　makes　me　think　Frank　Teske　might　not　be　entirely　nuts。〃
　〃Why　is　that？〃
　〃Well；　when　the　prostitutes　around　a　military　base　panic；　and　start　headin'　for　the　mainland；　you　gotta　wonder…who　is　more　sensitive　to　the　military　mind　than　a　hooker？〃
　They　were　rambling　across　a　long　wooden　bridge　over　the　Ala　Moana　Canal；　which　emptied　the　city's　waste　water　into　the　ocean。　Their　lodgings　would　be　ing　up　soon；　and　when　the　wind　blew　from　the　south；　no　one　went　down　to　the　hotel's　beach　to　swim…　at　such　times　O。　B。　tended　to　refer　to　the　otherwise　fortable　Niumalu　Hotel　as　〃Hovel…on…Sewer。〃
　Soon　they　were　passing　what　appeared　to　be　an　old　Southern　mansion　set　stylishly　among　the　lush　shrubbery；　but　it　was　actually　a　Japanese　teahouse　called　Ikesu　Villa。
　'Take　that　place；〃　O。　B。　said　with　a　nod。　〃It　looks　American；　but　it's　Japanese　through　and　through。〃
　Shortly　after；　at　a　fork　in　the　road；　Hully's　father　turned　right；　into　that　part　of　Waikiki　which　still　most　nearly　remained　in　its　native　state。
　〃You　know；〃　O。　B。　said　reflectively；　the　antagonism　suddenly　gone　from　his　voice；　〃the　funny　thing　is。。。　this　is　as　close　as　I've　ever　been　to　war。　I've　always　been　the　kind　of　guy　who's　late　for　the　thrill…I　always　seem　to　get　to　the　fire　after　it's　out。〃
　Hully　took　a　long　sideways　look　at　his　rugged；　bronzed　fattier…a　man's　man　who　had　been　a　cowboy　and　a　gold　miner；　who　had　served　the　United　States　Cavalry　in　Arizona；　who　had　sailed　the　Panama　Canal。　But　who…as　the　creator　of　Tarzan…had　never　been　to　Africa；　and　not　so　long　ago；　when　MGM　announced　its　next　Weissmuller　epic　would　be　shot　on　the　Dark　Continent；　Hully's　pop　had　been　invited　to　acpany　the　expedition。。。　only　the　war　in　Europe　and　Africa　had　changed　all　that。　Africa　was　off。
　〃And　now　I'm　too　old；〃　his　father　was　saying；　wheeling　into　and　up　the　Niumalu's　crashed　coral　drive。　〃One　last　war；　and　I'm　too　damn　old。〃
　For　the　first　time　in　several　weeks；　Hully　heard　the　familiar　despondency　in　his　father's　voice；　reminding　him　why　he'd　e　here　for　mis　〃vacation〃…a　fear　in　his　family　that　his　father　might　be　contemplating　suicide。
　And　wasn't　mat　ironic；　Hully　thought：　what　a　Japanese　thing　for　O。　B。　to　be　considering。
　
　
　TWO
　A　Nazi　at　the　Niumalu
　
　The　mile　of　romance；　the　Tourist　Bureau　called　it：　that　white　stretch　of　sand　known　as　Waikiki；　extending　from　the　Halekulani　Hotel　and　the　adjacent　inns　and　cottages　to　the　concrete　War　Memorial　Natatorium　in　whose　saltwater　pool　that　former　screen　Tarzan；　Buster　Crabbe；　had　set　records；　warming　up　for　the　Olympics。
　Only　one　major　beachfront　hotel　rested　outside　those　limits；　sequestered　from　the　rest　of　Waikiki　by　Fort　de　Russy：　the　Niumalu；　literally　Spreading　Coconut；　loosely　Sheltering　Palms；　of　which　the　lavishly　landscaped　grounds；　six　acres'　worth；　certainly　had　their　share。。。　and　the　hotel's　hand…lettered　sign　was　rather　informally　nailed　to　one　leaning　palm；　establishing　a　casual　tone　that　permeated　the　place。
　Thirty　clapboard　guest　cottages　were　scattered　about　the　Niumalu's　pleasant　jungle；　with　all　crushed…coral　roads　leading　to　an　impressive　if　squatty…looking　white　stucco　main　building　typical　of　the　Hawaiian　style　of　architecture　prevalent　since　the　late　twenties；　with　its　lampshadelike　double…pitched　roof；　and　a　porte　cochere　supported　by　columns　of　lava　stone　evocative　of　leopard　spots。
　The　lodge；　as　the　guests　referred　to　the　central　building；　had　an　open　interior　with　a　central　rock…garden　courtyard　just　off　a　nightclublike　dining　room　with　a　large　dance　floor　and　bandstand。　The　lobby's　large；　missionlike　arched　portals　also　looked　out　onto　the　courtyard；　and　the　effect　was　open　and　airy；　the　wicker　furnishings　adding　to　a　porchlike　effect。
　Edgar　Rice　Burroughs　had　been　Very　happy　here；　with　his　wife　Florence…his　second　wife…and　he　had　thought　she　felt　the　same。
　Burroughs　had　well　known　the　risks　of　marrying　a　younger　woman。　He　had　been　sixty　and　Florence　thirty…one…as　his　daughter　Joan　had　cruelly　pointed　out；　Florence　was　younger　than　the　duration　of　her　parents'　marriage。　Everyone　seemed　to　be　making　the　assumption　that　he　was　discarding　his　fifty…nine…year…old；　overweight　wife　for　the　slender　shapely　former　actress；　out　of　the　usual　crassly　selfish；　male；　sex…driven　reasons。
　The　truth　was　more　plex。　Emma　had　always　been　plump；　pleasantly　so　in　her　young；　vivacious　days；　a　〃dumpling；〃　as　the　old　parlance　went。　In　the　early　years　of　the　marriage；　even　as　her　tendency　toward　stoutness　increased；　her　intelligence　and　charm　had　made　up　for　her　excess　weight　After　all；　they　had　faced　hardship；　poverty　and　adversity　together；　theirs　had　been　a　marriage　of　closeness；　of　sharing。　Emma　would　read　his　work　and　intelligently　ment；　his　triumphs；　his　failures；　had　been　hers…theirs；　Jane　to　his　Tarzan。
　But　their　interests　had　diverged；　drastically