Iguchi Koji confessed a great deal. His testimony was practically a portrait of Japan's boundless ambitions. Stealing intelligence from the police stations over the years was only one part of it; more importantly, his position within the police station made it convenient for the Japanese to get things done. Though he did not hold as much authority as an inspector, there were only a little over fifty captains in total. He could still do plenty, and captains in other districts would give him some face as well. Over the years, openly and covertly, he had done no small number of favors for the Japanese.
As for Liu Mingjie, who handled the relaying work, he controlled communications with the other four people. Iguchi Koji had never met those four, but according to him, they were also policemen. He suspected there might even be people at the inspector level among them.
Mitchell showed no reaction after listening from beginning to end. Holding a copy of the testimony, he gestured for Wang Yan to follow him out. Once they reached the upstairs office, he poured two glasses of red wine and said, "Those damned Japanese monkeys are truly insidious. They started laying their groundwork so many years in advance. That Fang Yuantu—oh, no, what was his name again?"
"Iguchi Koji!" Wang Yan, seated nearby and drinking, helpfully reminded him.
"Ah, right, Iguchi Koji. The silk shop owner and the other four people he mentioned—I'm certain there are more than just them. There must be many more."
"Chief Inspector, what do you intend to do?"
"This is not something I can decide on my own. It has to be reported to the Police Chief, as well as the higher-ups in the Municipal Council." Mitchell shook his head and let out a long breath. "Wang,