Itu Aba Island, Thursday, 4 July 1946
The arrival of two aircraft in a single day was almost unheard of on Itu Aba Island, yet Salvador Abcede had been advised to expect an airlift of three aircraft during the morning hours; the advance notice had become standard procedure for incoming flights, to assure that work parties were clear of the airstrip. Abcede wondered what all was being shipped; time would prove he did not have long to wait.
The first Air Force C-47 to touch down brought fuel, supplies and mail – little more than the regular delivery run; the second C-47 to arrive brought even more fuel and boxes of signals gear – this much could be determined by examining the crates as they were off-loaded and hauled away to storage. The third aircraft proved to be one of the big Bristol Freighters, which landed heavily on the airstrip and rolled to a stop after some seconds – suggesting she was heavily loaded; which proved to be the case.
Abcede smiled when the clamshell doors in the nose of the Freighter were opened; the aircraft disgorged a small dradis unit on a trailer, and a second one bearing the necessary generator. With the detection unit came a quartet of operators from the Ministry of Transport, whose leader explained the purpose of their presence. “In order to improve air safety and traffic control, the Ministry has decided to establish a reporting station here, so that we can offer navigational assistance to passing aircraft on the Manila-Singapore route.”
Puerto Princesa, Palawan, Friday, 5 July 1946
Chen Jui-tien sat across from his defense attorney – the Court had appointed one for him as the Imperial embassy in Manila had not done anything for him. His counsel was quite unhappy.
“Look,” he explained. “Your companions have all confessed their crime, and their testimony puts you, as the boat’s captain, in an extremely bad position. Your silence before the court is not gaining you anything; not sharing the facts with me prevents me from conducting any sort of defense. If you continue to say nothing you are going to be convicted out of hand. Is that what you want?”
The Chinese intelligence officer was certain that there were listening devices in the room, and he doubted very much that this lawyer – if he in fact was a lawyer – would not report anything said here to his interrogators. Thus far he had resisted the intense questioning aimed at obtaining a confession. His brother officers might fail but he would keep faith with the Emperor, with the Intelligence Service, and with his ancestors. He would remain silent, even if it meant his life.