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He
had
been
able
to
procure
,
miraculously
,
an
almost
mint
copy
of
Volume
One
,
Number
One
of
Tip
Top
Comics
.
Dating
from
the
‘
thirties
,
it
was
a
choice
piece
of
Americana
;
one
of
the
first
funny
books
,
a
prize
collectors
searched
for
constantly
.
Of
course
,
he
had
other
items
with
him
,
to
show
first
.
He
would
lead
up
gradually
to
the
funny
book
,
which
lay
well
-
protected
in
a
leather
case
packed
in
tissue
paper
at
the
center
of
the
largest
bag
.
The
radio
of
the
pedecab
blared
out
popular
tunes
,
competing
with
the
radios
of
other
cabs
,
cars
and
buses
.
Childan
did
not
hear
;
he
was
used
to
it
.
Nor
did
he
take
notice
of
the
enormous
neon
signs
with
their
permanent
ads
obliterating
the
front
of
virtually
every
large
building
.
After
all
,
he
had
his
own
sign
;
at
night
it
blazed
on
and
off
in
company
with
all
the
others
of
the
city
.
What
other
way
did
one
advertise
?
One
had
to
be
realistic
.
In
fact
,
the
uproar
of
radios
,
traffic
noises
,
the
signs
and
people
lulled
him
.
They
blotted
out
his
inner
worries
.
And
it
was
pleasurable
to
be
peddled
along
by
another
human
being
,
to
feel
the
straining
muscles
of
the
chink
transmitted
in
the
form
of
regular
vibrations
;
a
sort
of
relaxing
machine
,
Childan
reflected
.
To
be
pulled
instead
of
having
to
pull
.
And
—
to
have
,
if
even
for
a
moment
,
higher
place
.
Guiltily
,
he
woke
himself
.
Too
much
to
plan
;
no
time
for
a
midday
doze
.
Was
he
absolutely
properly
dressed
to
enter
the
Nippon
Times
Building
?
Possibly
he
would
faint
in
the
high
-
speed
elevator
.
But
he
had
motion
-
illness
tablets
with
him
,
a
German
compound
.
The
various
modes
of
address
…
he
knew
them
.
Whom
to
treat
politely
,
whom
rudely
.
Be
brusque
with
the
doorman
,
elevator
operator
,
receptionist
,
guide
,
any
janitorial
person
.
Bow
to
any
Japanese
,
of
course
,
even
if
it
obliged
him
to
bow
hundreds
of
times
.
But
the
pinocs
.
Nebulous
area
.
Bow
,
but
look
straight
through
them
as
if
they
did
not
exist
.
Did
that
cover
every
situation
,
then
?
What
about
a
visiting
foreigner
?
Germans
often
could
be
seen
at
the
Trade
Missions
,
as
well
as
neutrals
.
And
then
,
too
,
he
might
see
a
slave
.
German
or
South
ships
docked
at
the
port
of
San
Francisco
all
the
time
,
and
blacks
occasionally
were
allowed
off
for
short
intervals
.
Always
in
groups
of
fewer
than
three
.
And
they
could
not
be
out
after
nightfall
;
even
under
Pacific
law
,
they
had
to
obey
the
curfew
.
But
also
slaves
unloaded
at
the
docks
,
and
these
lived
perpetually
ashore
,
in
shacks
under
the
wharves
,
above
the
waterline
.
None
would
be
in
the
Trade
Mission
offices
,
but
if
any
unloading
were
taking
place
—
for
instance
,
should
he
carry
his
own
bags
to
Mr
.
Tagomi
’
s
office
?
Surely
not
.
A
slave
would
have
to
be
found
,
even
if
he
had
to
stand
waiting
an
hour
.
Even
if
he
missed
his
appointment
.
It
was
out
of
the
question
to
let
a
slave
see
him
carrying
something
;
he
had
to
be
quite
careful
of
that
.
A
mistake
of
that
kind
would
cost
him
dearly
;
he
would
never
have
place
of
any
sort
again
,
among
those
who
saw
.
In
a
way
,
Childan
thought
,
I
would
almost
enjoy
carrying
my
own
bags
into
the
Nippon
Times
Building
in
broad
daylight
.
What
a
grand
gesture
.
It
is
not
actually
illegal
;
I
would
not
go
to
jail
.
And
I
would
show
my
real
feelings
,
the
side
of
a
man
which
never
comes
out
in
public
life
.
But
…
I
could
do
it
,
he
thought
,
if
there
weren
’
t
those
damn
black
slaves
lurking
around
;
I
could
endure
those
above
me
seeing
it
,
their
scorn
—
after
all
,
they
scorn
me
and
humiliate
me
every
day
.
But
to
have
those
beneath
see
me
,
to
feel
their
contempt
.
Like
this
chink
peddling
away
ahead
of
me
.
If
I
hadn
’
t
taken
a
pedecab
,
if
he
had
seen
me
trying
to
walk
to
a
business
appointment
…
