Publisher's Synopsis
ME AND BILL O'Brien was flat broke when we come out of Jerry Rourke's American Bar. Yes, sir-half a hour ashore, and cleaned along by of a land shark with a pair of educated dice. Not having the coin to pay his fine in case my white bulldog Mike followed his usual custom of tearing off some cop's pants leg, I left him with Jerry till I could raise some dough.Well, me and Bill sallied forth into the night looking for anything that might mean money, experience having told us that you can find mighty near anything in the wharf-side streets of Singapore. Well, what we did find was the last thing we'd of expected.We was passing a dark alley in the native quarters when we heard a woman screaming: "Help! Help! Help!"
