"Well, I'm sorry that this guy bothered you, Captain," Banning said.
"He didn't really bother me. And I was interested to learn how much trouble he had finding Special Detachment 14. That's the way it's supposed to be."
Banning had meanwhile torn open the envelope and was scanning through Moore's service record with a practiced eye.
"Well, he's not a radio technician," he said, and then a moment later, "nor even an operator. And they didn't send him to parachute school. According to this, he just got out of boot camp. How come he's a sergeant?"
"He said they took him out of the officer candidate program to send' him here. And made him a sergeant instead," Pickering said.
He held the service record envelope upside down and shook it. A business size envelope fell out. On it was written,
"Major Ed Banning, USMC Special Detachment 14, Personal."
"And what have we here?" Banning said and tore it open.
Washington, 16 June 1942
Major Ed Banning
Dear Ed:
You have no idea how much trouble it was to find the young man probably now standing in front of you. He knows nothing about radios, I'm afraid, or about parachuting, or for that matter, about the Marine Corps, since I plucked him out of Parris Island before he finished boot camp.
But he speaks fluent Japanese, and I thought you could find some use for him. The FBI had quite a dossier on him (and his family) who were Methodist missionaries in Japan before the war, and he comes to you with a permanent TOP SECRET clearance.
If you can't use him, I'm sure the First Division, which should be in New Zealand by now, could. But you have the priority, so here he is. I'm working on radio people, parachute qualified, for you, but they're in nearly as short supply.
I wish I was there, instead of here. I don' t suppose you could arrange something for me, could you?
Best Regards. Semper Fi!
Edward Sessions, Captain, USMC
Banning handed the letter to Pickering, who read it and handed it to Pluto Hon.
"I guess we'd better send him to the 1st Division," Banning said. "Before I came here, I thought that I would need a Japanese linguist, linguists, which is why Ed Sessions went to all this trouble to get this guy for me. But it hasn't turned out that way. A couple of Feldt's people and I can handle what translations we get into. It would be nice to have another linguist, particularly an American, but the First Marine Division really needs him more than I do. What I really need is radio operators, technicians."
"If you don't want him, Major, can I have him?" Pluto Hon asked.
"What do you want him for?" Pickering asked.
"Analysis," Hon said.
"You're talking about MAGIC?" Pickering asked.
Hon nodded. "Analysis needs someone who understands the Japanese mind, their culture."
"Christ, we can't get him cleared for that," Pickering replied.
"He doesn't have to know what it is, where it came from," Hon argued. "All he has to do is compare the intercepts with the translations we get from Pearl, and tell me if that's the translation he would have made."
"I'll have to think about that," Pickering said. "For one thing, we don't know if he speaks Japanese well enough to be of any use to you."
"Let me talk to him a couple of minutes, and I'd know," Hon said.
Pickering looked at Hon a moment, and realized that Hon really wanted Sergeant Moore.
"Well, that's easy enough to arrange. I put him in the Prince of Wales Hotel. We'll call him up and let you talk to him. But first things first. I need a drink. Unless what you've got that's 'interesting,' Ed, won't wait?"
"It'll wait long enough for a drink, Sir. I left it in the library."
"Well, let's go into the library and have a look," Pickering said. "It'll give us an excuse to get close to the liquor, anyway."
They picked up their empty glasses and followed him into the house.
"I'm going to take my coat off," Pickering said, as he did so. "Why don't you two relax, too?"
Then he went to the liquor and made drinks.
When he turned from the table, he saw that Pluto Hon was standing by the telephone.
"I found the number, Sir. Would you like me to dial it for you?"
Pickering nodded, and signaled for Hon to dial the telephone. Then he walked to him and took it from him.
"Sergeant Moore, please. I think he's in 408," he said, and then a moment later: "This is Captain Pickering, Sergeant. They taking care of you all right?" And then: "There's someone here who wants to talk to you." He handed the phone to Hon.
In Japanese, Pluto Hon said, "Welcome to Australia, Sergeant. I suppose that you're pretty beat after that long flight. How long did it take you to get from the States?"
Banning walked quickly to the telephone and put his head close to Pluto's so that he could hear Moore.
"Yes, Sir, I'm pretty..."
"In Japanese," Hon interrupted him, in Japanese. "If you will, please, Sergeant."
"Yes, Sir," Moore said, in Japanese. "I'm pretty tired, it was a long flight. And in Hawaii, I got off one plane and thirty minutes later got on another one."
"Where did you live in Japan?" Pluto Hon asked.
"In Denenchofu, Sir. Tokyo."
"And how long were you in Japan?"
"On and off", all my life, Sir."
"You went to school there? I mean Japanese schools?"