CATASTROPHE. Jim Davis slaughters four Japs. He tells his ex-adjutant. Bill Parker keeps mum, so far as we know. Parker is a grandiose drunk. He’s remorseful and suffused with blind ambition. He probably won’t blab. Jim Davis has blabbed twice already. A gaudy psychopath seeks absolution. Father D. L. Smith grants it. He now knows this: Lin Chung was privy to the Watanabe snuffs. Ditto Claire’s doctor chum, Saul
