Full Naval Honors: The Final Novel of Peter Wake and His Descendants
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Full Naval Honors - Robert Macomber
An Introductory Word with the Reader
An Introductory Word with the Reader Over the years, readers around the world have asked me how long our fictional hero Peter Wake lived and served, whether his descendants continued the Wake tradition of naval service, and what—and where—is the mysterious Wake Shelf of naval intelligence secrets. Here, in the seventeenth and final novel in the Honor Series, you will learn the answers to these and many other long-held questions. For a bit of background, I offer the following timeline of Wake’s life until this point. It has been far from dull.
Timeline of Peter Wake’s Life from 1839 to 1907
1839—June 26. Peter Wake is born into a seafaring family on the coast of Massachusetts.
1852—Wake goes to sea at age thirteen to learn the coastal cargo trade in his father’s schooner.
1855—Wake is promoted to schooner mate at age sixteen.
1857—Wake is promoted to command of a schooner at age eighteen.
1861—The Civil War begins. By 1862, Peter’s three older brothers—Luke, John, and Matthew—are already in the Navy and fighting the war. Two will not survive the war. The third will die of yellow fever shortly after. At his father’s desperate plea, Wake remains a draft-exempt merchant marine schooner captain on the New England coast.
1863—As the war drags on, many merchant marine officers lose their draft exemption. Wake is about to be called up, so he volunteers for the U.S. Navy. Sent to Key West, he is commissioned an acting master and given command of the small sailing gunboat Rosalie. Successfully operating against blockade-runners in Florida and the Bahamas, he is promoted to acting lieutenant. In Key West he falls in love with Linda Donahue, daughter of a virulently pro-Confederate merchant. Irish-born boatswain’s mate Sean Aloysius Rork joins Rosalie’s crew, and the two men become lifelong best friends (as depicted in At the Edge of Honor, first novel of the Honor Series).
1864—Wake chases Union deserters from the Dry Tortugas to French-occupied Mexico, where he confronts Rebel gun runners, creating an international incident. He marries Linda at Key West, with Rork as best man. Wake conducts coastal raids against Confederates in Florida, and his quick thinking attracts the notice of the squadron commander (as depicted in Point of Honor).
1865—Wake’s daughter Useppa is born at the pro-Union refugee camp at Useppa Island in southwest Florida. After the tumultuous end of the Civil War, Wake is sent to assess ex-Confederates who have fled to Puerto Rico, where he confronts his nemesis from the war (as depicted in Honorable Mention).
1867—Wake decides to stay in the Navy after the war and is given a regular commission as lieutenant. He is now a rarity among naval officers—one of the few who did not graduate from the Naval Academy. His only son, Sean, is born at Pensacola Naval Station.
1869—As executive officer of a warship off the coast of Panama, Wake relieves his drug-addicted captain of command and is charged with mutiny. He is subsequently acquitted of the charge, but his reputation is permanently tarnished (as depicted in A Dishonorable Few).
1874—Wake is involved in questionable activities in Spain and Italy when a beautiful married Frenchwoman enters his life, but he is serendipitously saved from further disrepute by Jesuits. He later rescues the woman and other French civilians in Africa, is awarded the Legion of Honor by France, and is promoted to lieutenant commander (as depicted in An Affair of Honor).
1880—Wake embarks on his first espionage mission during the South American War of the Pacific and further cements his relationship with the Jesuits in the Catacombs of the Dead in Peru. He is awarded his second foreign medal, the Peruvian Order of the Sun. While he is away, his beloved Linda dies of cancer. After a period of deep depression, he plunges into his work and in 1882 helps form the Office of Naval Intelligence (ONI) (as depicted in A Different Kind of Honor).
1883—On an espionage mission into French Indochina, Wake befriends King Norodom of Cambodia, is awarded the Royal Order of Cambodia, and warns Emperor Hoa of Vietnam about a coming battle with the French. Rork loses his left hand in the battle. Wake returns home and is promoted to commander, but sick of Washington politics, he and Rork buy Patricio Island in southwest Florida (where they served in the Civil War) and build bungalows there for their annual leave (as depicted in The Honored Dead).
1886—Wake meets young Theodore Roosevelt and Cuban patriot José Martí in New York City as he is beginning an espionage mission against the Spanish in Havana, Tampa, and Key West. He forms close friendships with Martí and Roosevelt and begins a twelve-year struggle against the Spanish secret police (as depicted in The Darkest Shade of Honor).
1888—The search for a lady friend’s missing son in the Florida Keys, Bahamas, and Haiti becomes a love affair and an espionage mission against European anarchists. During his perilous escape, Wake’s shadowy relationship with the Russian secret service, the Okhrana, begins. He proposes marriage to his lover and is rejected (as depicted in Honor Bound).
1888—During a mission to rescue ONI’s Cuban operatives from Spanish custody in Havana, Wake is designated a Friend of Freemasonry
by Master Mason Martí, which forges a lifelong relationship with Freemasons around the world (as depicted in Honorable Lies).
1889—Wake is sent to the South Pacific on an espionage mission to either prevent a war or immediately win it during the armed confrontation between Germany and America at Samoa. He is awarded the Royal Order of Kalakaua by the Kingdom of Hawaii and earns the gratitude of President Grover Cleveland, but is ashamed of the sordid methods he felt forced to use in Samoa (as depicted in Honors Rendered).
1890—Wake learns that his 1888 love affair produced a daughter, Patricia. His lover died in childbirth, and Patricia is being raised by her maternal aunt in Illinois. He sends a stipend for Patricia’s care and education but is refused visitation by the aunt. Wake leaves ONI espionage work and returns to sea in command of a small cruiser. Sean graduates from the U.S. Naval Academy.
1892—Wake has a love affair in Washington with María Abad Maura, widow of a Spanish diplomat. Brought back into espionage work on a counter-assassination mission in Mexico and Florida, Wake saves Martí’s life and returns to sea in command of another warship (as depicted in The Assassin’s Honor).
1893—In April, Wake is promoted to captain and Rork to the newly established rank of chief boatswain’s mate. In May, Wake marries María, and his daughter Useppa marries her Cuban fiancé, Mario Cano, in a double wedding ceremony in Key West with Martí attending (as depicted in The Assassin’s Honor).
1895—Wake’s dear friend José Martí is killed in action while fighting the Spanish at Dos Rios in eastern Cuba on May 19.
1897—Wake ends seven years of sea duty with orders to be the special assistant to the new assistant secretary of the Navy, his young friend Theodore Roosevelt. Together they ready the U.S. Navy for the looming war against Spain (as depicted in An Honorable War, the first book of the Spanish-American War Trilogy within the Honor Series).
1898—January to June. As calls for war with Spain mount in America, Roosevelt sends Wake inside Cuba on an espionage mission against the Spanish. Wake is in Havana harbor when Maine explodes, and later that night finally kills his longtime nemesis, Colonel Isidro Marrón, head of the Spanish secret police. Several months later, Wake commands a coastal raid against Spanish forces in Cuba, poorly planned by ignorant politicians in Washington. Afterward, he is shunned by the naval and governmental leadership for employing shockingly brutal tactics to accomplish the impossible mission, save the lives of his men, and get them all home. Wounded during the action, he convalesces in Tampa, nursed by María (as depicted in An Honorable War, first book of the Spanish-American War Trilogy within the Honor Series).
1898—June and July. Recovered from the worst of his wounds, Wake is ordered back inside Cuba as a liaison officer with the Cuban and then the American armies ashore. He is captured during a reconnaissance mission and imprisoned on a Spanish warship, where he observes and narrowly survives the climactic naval battle at Santiago. María, a volunteer American Red Cross war nurse in the war zone, falls ill and is sent home, and Wake begins a new sea command (as depicted in Honoring the Enemy, the second book of the Spanish-American War Trilogy within the Honor Series).
July–August 1898 and October 1901—In October 1901, while in Washington on the final assignment of his naval career, Wake is grilled about decisions he made while commanding the cruiser Dixon in the Caribbean during the Spanish-American War. The interrogation is a trap set by his professional and political enemies to ruin his reputation and thwart his retirement and pension. Expecting a demand for his resignation, Wake is shocked when President Theodore Roosevelt instead asks him to stay on active duty, accept a promotion to rear admiral, and work as a special presidential aide conducting high-level missions around the world. Wake’s career evolves into a new and exciting phase (as depicted in Word of Honor, third book in the Spanish-American War Trilogy within the Honor Series).
1904—In Europe ostensibly on a goodwill visit, Rear Admiral Wake is really on a false-flag espionage mission to procure Germany’s plans to invade America. The mission is successful, but Wake is embroiled in the turmoil in Russia and ends up as naval observer with the Russian fleet that is steaming around the world to face the Japanese at the cataclysmic naval Battle of Tsushima. En route, Wake befriends a remarkable young Russian naval officer. His perilous escape from Tsushima leads him across revolutionary Russia from Vladivostok to the Potemkin mutiny in the Black Sea, with lasting consequences for himself and his descendants (as depicted in Code of Honor).
In This Book
Readers of The Honored Dead will recall that in 2007 Wake’s sword and memoirs were found inside a Vietnamese trunk stored in Agnes Whitehead’s attic in Key West. At last, we have the story from the man himself. Part 1 of this book (Honor’s Call
) is the final memoir in that collection.
Peter Wake remained active to the very end of his life. In this book you will accompany him on the epic 1907–9 voyage of the Great White Fleet around the globe, a 1914 espionage mission for newly installed Assistant Secretary of the Navy Franklin D. Roosevelt against German spies in Central America, and the 1917 visit of Theodore Roosevelt to Wake’s home islands in Florida.
Part 2 of this book (Honor’s Legacy
) narrates Wake’s final year and then follows the considerable naval exploits of the next generations of his family to this very day. In World War I, World War II, Vietnam, the Cold War, and the War on Terror—Wake’s descendants are there when the nation needs them, helping to make the history that shaped the nation.
A Note about Wake’s Writing Style
Peter Wake wrote with unusual candor and personal details so that family and friends would know the truth of what really happened in his career. His descriptions of people may not be considered sensitive and tolerant today, but Wake was remarkably liberal for his time. His various grammatical mistakes, in both English and other languages, have been kept to enable the reader to better appreciate the man and his limitations. His assessments of personalities, policies, and events were frequently at odds with the norm back then, but one-hundred-year hindsight has proven them uncannily prescient.
Chapter Notes, Research Bibliography, and Appendix
At the back of the book are notes to most of the chapters explaining the people, places, and events described in the book. The bibliography of my research materials that follows the notes offers reading suggestions for those whose curiosity demands further knowledge. And for those who are fascinated by details about the man himself, I have included something new—and I hope helpful—in this final book: an appendix summarizing Peter Wake’s family tree.
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Onward and upward—
for Wake, for us all, on this final voyage …
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Robert N. Macomber
Distant Horizons Farm
Pineland Village, Pine Island
Florida
Rear Admiral Peter Wake’s Preface to This Volume of His Memoirs
Back on an October evening in 1901, my energetic friend Theodore Roosevelt declared to me that for men of action like us, retirement means giving up in life and vegetating while waiting to die. He disdained the very thought of that sort of tortured existence and predicted I would soon be miserable if I ever succumbed to such a preposterous notion.
Of course, at the time Theodore was loving every minute of a vigorous and productive life. Twenty years my junior, he was the father of an active young family and had become, against all political prophecies, president of the United States of America at the beginning of an exciting new century.
My situation was completely different. The children were grown, successful, and living far away. María was exhausted by the trials and tragedies of life, by her worry for me in my work, and by the morale-sapping duplicitousness of Washington’s denizens. I was old and tired, and old wounds were a painful reminder of my age. I also had a very jaded attitude about the Navy, the government, and certain political winds starting to be felt in the country.
Retirement sounded damned enticing. Wonderful images beckoned me: cuddling with María well past sunrise, playing with our grandchildren, tending our gardens, having time to deepen my Episcopal-Methodist faith, and maybe even allowing the luxury of peace and hope. Perhaps scowls could be replaced by smiles after all.
And yet, the moment Theodore made that comment in October 1901, something deep inside me realized he was right. Even as my heart damned him for it, my mind agreed with him. He understood that I needed a mission to feel truly alive. After only a moment of reflection, I said yes to his offer, which meant continuing my national service, with the attendant stress, the strain on my beloved wife, and another delay of her dreams. Somehow, I managed to convince her not only to go along with it but to join me in the new assignment in ways she had never done before.
The next six years were a succession of presidential envoy missions, posh diplomatic soirées, luxury hotels and ocean liners, and intriguing tinges of espionage, usually with María and Sean Rork by my side. I was busy on important matters, solving problems and sometimes in peril (especially during that German mission and the subsequent Russian disaster in 1904–5). I was useful and appreciated. I felt alive.
And then, on a hot June afternoon in 1907, Theodore came up with my final mission, a grandiose scheme that both thrilled and concerned me with its audacity. It was to be the grand finale of his remarkable presidency and of my long career; a seemingly impossible, but possibly history-making, naval endeavor of global scale.
The mission was also an opportunity to gain deeper insight into the insidious efforts and plans of our burgeoning adversaries—Germany and Japan—whom I had long feared my son’s generation would have to fight somewhere, or everywhere. After this final mission, Roosevelt and I agreed, we could both retire knowing we had done all we could for the future of our country and her Navy.
Little did we know then what each of us would face in the future. I sometimes think it is a profound blessing that God severely limits our foresight, lest we be too frightened of what is yet to come. This is that story….
Rear Adm. Peter Wake, USN (Ret.)
Casita Porfina, Grunt Bone Lane
Key West, Florida
29 June 1919
Part 1
Honor’s Call
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1
The Wonderful Second Honeymoon
SS Siberia
1,173 miles south of Honolulu
bound for Auckland, New Zealand
_______
Monday, 20 July 1908
The Gentlemen’s Bar on the Promenade Deck was crowded and smoky. Rork glanced about and lowered his empty glass, fixing me with that warning look, his words emerging in a low rumble. I’m thinkin’ this voyage’s gone far too easy, sir. An’ all this posh livin’ makes me nervous. Somethin’ bloody nefarious is afoot.
He nodded. Trouble an’ treachery.
"You’re a Gaelic clairvoyant, Rork. I was thinking the very same thing. South America was easy compared to what we’ll face here in the South Pacific—old enemies with long memories. But this Bundaberg rum is damned good, so let’s have another glass while we think it over."
Rork was right. The voyage had gone too smoothly, and I was increasingly nervous about that. After eight long months, four passenger liners, and nine ports in six countries on two continents, we were now bound for our third continent. We’d gone 18,000 miles so far, and there were still many more to go before journey’s end. By design, we had remained three weeks ahead of America’s Great White Fleet,
sixteen battleships that proclaimed America’s might. The world was watching that fleet. And certain people in the world were watching us.
By this point the shine had worn off our first-class accommodations, the pampering servants, the haut cuisine, the tea parties, and the magnificent balls and soirées on board and ashore. The events all blurred into one, as did the ports, as did most of the cultured
people we encountered.
We’d slogged south down the stormy Atlantic to the bottom of the Western Hemisphere, pushed through the Strait of Magellan, and steamed up the equally stormy Pacific coast to California, then followed the setting sun west to fabled Hawaii. From there we headed south through the sweltering equatorial doldrums, spying from afar the remote islands of the central Pacific on our way toward British New Zealand and Australia, where the fleet steaming behind us would be welcomed in grand style. But for us, there would be a slight course deviation to German Samoa, where several passengers would disembark. It was a place I remembered vividly from twenty-five years earlier. Lest I forget, I still had the scars to remind me.
After this extensive geographical preamble, the reader is probably wondering—as we did ourselves at the time—exactly why María and I and an elderly Sean Rork were in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
María insinuated it was because of my ego. At the beginning, with his signature sly grin and a rum fizzle in his good hand, Rork had declared it a marvelous lark. I consistently stuck to a more elevated view: we were there to help ensure the safety and efficiency of the fleet steaming along weeks behind us, thus maintaining the untarnished image of the United States of America.
I formed that opinion on good authority: the president of the United States had told me. The previous summer, as we were planning the Great White Fleet’s international training and goodwill cruise, Theodore Roosevelt informed me that my eyes and ears were needed out in front, smoothing the course ahead. But he knew full well that for me to go, María would have to be with me. And, of course, that lovable old rascal
Rork as well.
The president knew his old combat comrade Rork would jump at the chance. Fully aware that María would be the real obstacle, Theodore got first lady Edith Roosevelt to invite her dear friend and confidante María, and me, to a private dinner at the White House.
It was just the four of us that evening. María, who is no fool, suspected it wasn’t just a social visit. Undeterred by her wariness, Theodore put on his most charming manner as he presented his case. He started with describing the voyage as a bully adventure!
Next came a wonderful second honeymoon,
followed by a posh tourist cruise which few but the richest of European royalty are fortunate enough to experience.
All reasonable expenses would be covered, naturally, for we would be representing our country to the world.
Roosevelt himself was "positively envious! because he would be stuck in his
dreary office in Washington while María, Rork, and I
gallivanted around the world in pampered luxury, seeing exotic lands, spreading the fame of America, and reaping the adoration of foreign cultures" ahead of the Great White Fleet’s arrival bringing goodwill to their ports.
And, of course, María’s linguistic abilities in Spanish and Portuguese would be a "beautiful touch to show our genuine friendship for the fellow republics" of the Americas. Slowing down to a more spiritual tone, Theodore suggested that María’s and my style of genuinely heartfelt diplomacy could ensure peace for a generation, just as it had helped end the war between Russia and Japan two years earlier.
I thought he was laying it on a bit too thick, and I could tell María was about to dampen his ardor.
But the president wasn’t done, preempting María’s expected question with a smile and nonchalant wave of his hand. "And not to worry, Peter will not command the fleet, with all the stress that entails. No, quite the contrary, my dear. As my personal envoy, Peter’s only real responsibilities will be to stay ahead of the fleet on board a luxury passenger liner, keeping a weather eye out for diplomatic, logistical, or espionage problems that might possibly come up. If any do, they’ll be simple to handle—no doubt over a nice dinner with some friendly dignitary. María, everyone will be happy to host you and Peter, and later, our Navy boys!"
Theodore ended the performance with his patented toothy grin. At that point I wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d curtseyed as well.
María turned and evaluated me—Theodore’s co-conspirator—for a moment. I could see her shrewd mind cogitating the potential for good or bad outcomes of this endeavor. I smiled and reached for her hand. The president took the cue and reached for Edith’s. There we were, two loving, mature couples having a nice discussion about a remarkable opportunity. But there was palpable tension in the air. I waited for the explosion. María looked at her friend Edith, who gazed back with just a hint of pleasant resignation. A feminine signal to surrender on this one?
María leveled a doubting eye at the president. "Your word, Theodore—this is our last assignment? With no dangers? Peter still has to walk with a cane since his last assignment, which got you the Nobel Peace Prize and got him nearly killed."
He never flinched at her social insubordination, but leaned toward her, removing his spectacles in a gesture of sincerity. Yes, my dear. No danger. You will be diplomats, not warriors. And yes, this is my final request of Peter, and of you. The fleet returns just before I leave office and Peter retires, a last hurrah for both of us and a great service for America. For peace.
She glanced again at Edith, then at me, and sighed. Then I suppose….
The tension evaporated. Theodore proposed a toast to the upcoming second honeymoon of the gallant sailor and his lovely lady!
The next morning in his office, a far grimmer president discussed the realities of the cruise with me. "As you well know, the Germans, British, and Japanese are watching our every move on this. They expect—and want—us to fail. Your proper attention to diplomacy, logistics, and espionage in advance of the fleet can prevent our national image from being tarnished. Your crucial responsibility is to handle problems before the fleet arrives in a port."
He paused, looking expectantly at me. I dutifully gave the expected reply, Aye, aye, sir.
Then Roosevelt appended an ominous clause to my orders. "If, and more probably when, you encounter espionage—and especially its darker side, sabotage—you will use your unique expertise to deal with it quickly and effectively. But most of all, quietly, out of sight. Can you still accomplish that, Admiral Wake? American sailors’ lives depend on it. I must have no doubts on this whatsoever."
The president and I regarded each other closely for a moment. I understood exactly what he meant, and what the consequences might be for me, María, and Rork. It was also not lost on me that none of these orders were in writing.
Without using my cane, I stood up and faced Roosevelt. Aye, aye, Mr. President.
2
The Captain’s Table
SS Siberia
At sea
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Monday, 20 July 1908
It was one of those sultry, windless nights so common in the tropics. The ocean was glass. Fortunately, Siberia’s forward motion provided a refreshing breeze over the first-class promenade deck. On the eastern horizon to port, an incandescent half moon rose out of the sea, its light tracing a silvery pink path to my feet. I stood transfixed by the most romantic moonrise I’d ever seen in more than fifty years at sea.
Better yet, I was with the beautiful woman who loved me. She’d been visibly admired by the men and women at the captain’s dinner table just minutes before, and now I had her alone in front of that stunning backdrop. It was the stuff of sailors’ dreams and writers’ novels. But my wife didn’t even look at the moonrise.
María’s tone was no longer the lighthearted banter of the previous three hours. Such repartee was merely a practiced façade, and very effective at extracting information from arrogant swells who loved to hear themselves talk. Tonight, the swell in question had been her German dinner partner.
María kept her voice low. "Gaston von Eberhardt knows a lot—far too much—about you. He knows you were at Samoa in ’83, in the Caribbean in ’92 and ’98, met the Kaiser in Hamburg and the Tsar in St. Petersburg in ’04. Nothing accusatory, just that you are famous."
She let me digest that. Infamous in German intelligence circles was what von Eberhardt really meant. Those were all places I’d confronted German espionage or military operations.
I could tell she had more to say. What else did you learn, my dear?
He asked me your opinion about current German activities in the Pacific. When I asked why he wanted to know, he said he was just curious because you are so experienced, and he would value your views. I feigned feminine ignorance of such weighty matters and told him we are on an extended second honeymoon.
I doubt he bought that, but go on. What happened then?
I switched the subject to the famous lovely ladies of Samoa. He said they are too dark-skinned, and he prefers lovely ladies of Spain.
He was buttering you up.
Yes, the conceited bastard thinks I am utterly fascinated by his Teutonic manliness, charm, and brilliance. By the way, I am sure he is with the Nachrichten-Abteilung.
I couldn’t help smiling at María’s astute ability to spot adversaries. Yes, I agree. We’ll have to be careful around him as we find out what he’s really up to out here.
Ever since von Eberhardt had boarded the ship four days earlier in Honolulu I’d seen signs that he was with German naval intelligence, probably the N-I counterespionage branch of Nachrichten-Abteilung that handled intelligence operations in the Pacific.
He portrayed himself as a bon vivant, a senior executive in the Telefunken Company’s Pacific cable and wireless telegraphy operations. With his amiable manner and fluent English, von Eberhardt had quickly become a friend to all nationalities on the first-class deck. With a disarming smile, he explained his work as helping remote colonies—especially the British, German, and French islands out beyond Australia—communicate via wireless with their home countries.
Von Eberhardt was accordingly fluent, or seemingly so, in the new scientific jargon about wireless transmitters and receivers, wattage, voltage, distance attrition, band wave size, and electromagnetic induction. Such stuff was way beyond me—and everyone else listening to him. Oh yes, Gaston von Eberhardt was the perfect image of a smart, modern, hardworking, trustworthy, thirty-seven-year-old son of the Fatherland serving German commerce and world humanity overseas.
But not quite perfect enough. He stood parade-ground erect at all times, his steady gaze was a bit too calculating, the camaraderie too stilted at times. He never shared personal information, and most notably never showed any sign of inebriation—rare for a German in the Pacific, or anywhere, actually. Yes indeed, Gaston von Eberhardt was suspiciously self-disciplined—especially for a man who had lived in the energy-sapping indolence of the Pacific islands for many years. Even German discipline didn’t last long there.
I was almost certain the Telefunken connection was a ruse. Back in Washington I’d heard a vague report of a German South Seas Wireless Telegraphy Company being quietly formed, possibly run by German intelligence. The operation’s potential for mischief was clear. In the event of war, the company would be able to access—and interfere with—the British, French, and American cable and wireless networks in the Pacific. I wondered further: and during peacetime
as well?
So, what did you learn tonight at your end of the table?
María asked, now belatedly appreciating the moon rising over the glittering water.
My table neighbor tonight was a Mr. Tanaka, a rather unimaginative alias, don’t you think? Speaks English effortlessly. He very shyly explained he is a moderately successful, middle-aged, widowed owner of several barbershops in Honolulu and Sydney. He dreams of expanding his barbershops to Pago Pago, Guam, and Fiji so he can increase the money he sends home to his dear elderly parents in Yokohama; that’s why he’s disembarking at Samoa. He was very impressed by the dignity of the late Queen Victoria and admires the energy of our President Roosevelt. Thinks the U.S. Navy is the finest in the world and the Statue of Liberty is a wonderful symbol of freedom. Quiet, pleasant, polite, boring fellow—totally forgettable in every way.
María turned away from the moon. So, he is in the Black Dragon Society,
she said dryly, "and therefore Japanese intelligence and tied to Major Yoshida in