The Japanese ordered the reconditioning of radios of foreign consuls unsympathetic to their cause (including Keller's). It won't matter much as everyone has a source for information and another for confirmation.

Consider Piñol's, a small dry goods store just off the Escolta owned by Penny's dad. It's the defacto headquarters for pro-Allied Spaniards — the origin of some of the most vociferous pro-American words and the most vehement anti-Axis epithets circulating in Manila. The old man welcomes all — oblivious to any danger. Even Penny avoids the place when it's crowded. Spend 15 minutes there and you'll know everything that's going on ... and a whole lot that just isn't. The task is to pick out the correct news from the baloney, the wise conjectures from the impossibles. It's all done in good fun — tomando el pelo as the Spaniards say, meaning pulling someone's leg. So many people come in that sometimes you'll hear the news you contributed bounce back to you within 10 minutes. And if someone's news is verified, the impossible task of distinguishing what else he said begins.