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〃All right。 You two can go now。〃 He turned to Miss Minerva and Amos。 〃We'll see what Charlie has dug up out here；〃 he said； and led the way to the lanai。
The huge Chinese man knelt； a grotesque figure； by a table。 He rose laboriously as they entered。
〃Find the knife； Charlie？〃 the captain asked。
Chan shook his head。 〃No knife are present in neighborhood of crime；〃 he announced。
〃On that table；〃 Miss Minerva began； 〃there was a Malay kris； used as a paper cutter …〃
The Chinese man nodded； and lifted the kris from the desk。 〃Same remains here still；〃 he said； 〃untouched； unsullied。 Person who killed carried individual weapon。〃
〃How about finger…prints？〃 asked Hallet。
〃Considering from recent discovery；〃 Chan replied； 〃search for finger…prints are hopeless one。〃 He held out a pudgy hand； in the palm of which lay a small pearl button。 〃Torn from kid's glove；〃 he elucidated。 〃Aged trick of criminal mind。 No finger…prints。〃
〃Is that all you've got？〃 asked his chief。
〃Most sincere endeavors；〃 said Chan； 〃have revealed not much。 However； I might mention this。〃 He took up a leather…bound book from the table。 〃Here are written names of visitors who have enjoyed hospitality of the house。 A guest book is； I believe； the term。 You will find that one of the earlier pages has been ruthlessly torn out。 When I make discovery the volume are lying open at that locality。〃
Captain Hallet took the book in his thin hand。 〃All right； Charlie；〃 he said。 〃This is your case。〃
The slant eyes blinked with pleasure。 〃Most interesting；〃 murmured Chan。
Hallet tapped the note…book in his pocket。 〃I've got a few facts here for you … we'll run over them later。〃 He stood for a moment； staring about the lanai。 〃I must say we seem a little shy on clues。 A button torn from a glove； a page ripped from a guest book。 And a wrist watch with an illuminated dial on which the figure 2 was damaged。〃 Chan's little eyes widened at mention of that。 〃Not much； Charlie； so far。〃
〃Maybe more to e；〃 suggested Chan。 〃Who knows it？〃
〃We'll go along now；〃 Hallet continued。 He turned to Miss Minerva and Amos。 〃I guess you folks would like a little rest。 We'll have to trouble you again to…morrow。〃
Miss Minerva faced Chan。 〃The person who did this must be apprehended；〃 she said firmly。
He looked at her sleepily。 〃What is to be； will be；〃 he replied in a high； sing…song voice。
〃I know … that's your Confucius；〃 she snapped。 〃But it's a do…nothing doctrine； and I don't approve of it。〃
A faint smile flickered over Chan's face。 〃Do not fear；〃 he said。 〃The fates are busy； and man may do much to assist。 I promise you there will be no do…nothing here。〃 He came closer。 〃Humbly asking pardon to mention it； I detect in your eyes slight flame of hostility。 Quench it； if you will be so kind。 Friendly cooperation are essential between us。〃 Despite his girth； he managed a deep bow。 〃Wishing you good morning；〃 he added； and followed Hallet。
Miss Minerva turned weakly to Amos。 〃Well； of all things …〃
〃Don't you worry about Charlie；〃 Amos said。 〃He has a reputation for getting his man。 Now you go to bed。 I'll stay here and notify the … the proper people。〃
〃Well； I will lie down for a little while；〃 Miss Minerva said。 〃I shall have to go early to the dock。 Poor Barbara！ And there's John Quincy ing too。〃 A grim smile crossed her face。 〃I'm afraid John Quincy won't approve of this。〃
She saw from her bedroom window that the night was breaking； the rakish cocoanut palms and the hau tree were wrapped in a gray mist。 Changing her dress for a kimono； she lay down under the mosquito netting on the bed。 She slept but briefly； however； and presently was at her window again。 Day had e； the mist had lifted； and it was a rose and emerald world that sparkled before her tired eyes。
The freshness of that scene revivified her。 The trades were blowing now … poor Dan； he had so longed for their return。 The night； she saw； had worked its magic on the blossoms of the hau tree； transformed them from yellow to a rich mahogany； through the morning they would drop one by one upon the sand。 In a distant algaroba a flock of myna birds screamed at the new day。 A party of swimmers appeared from a neighboring cottage and plunged gaily into the surf。
A gentle knock sounded on the door； and Kamaikui entered。 She placed a small object in Miss Minerva's hand。
Miss Minerva looked down。 She saw a quaint old piece of jewelry； a brooch。 Against a background of onyx stood the outline of a tree； with emeralds forming the leaves； rubies the fruit； and a frost of diamonds over all。
〃What is this； Kamaikui？〃 she asked。
〃Many； many years Mr。 Dan have that。 One month ago he gives it to a woman down the beach。〃
Miss Minerva's eyes narrowed。 〃To the woman they call the Widow of Waikiki？〃
〃To her； yes。〃
〃How do you happen to have it； Kamaikui？〃
〃I pick it up from floor of lanai。 Before policemen e。〃
〃Very good。〃 Miss Minerva nodded。 〃Say nothing of this； Kamaikui。 I will attend to the matter。〃
〃Yes。 Of course。〃 The woman went out。
Miss Minerva sat very still； staring down at that odd bit of jewelry in her hand。 It must date back to the 'eighties； at least。
Close above the house sounded the loud whir of an aeroplane。 Miss Minerva turned again to the window。 A young lieutenant in the air service； in love with a sweet girl on the beach； was accustomed to serenade her thus every morning at dawn。 His thoughtfulness was not appreciated by many innocent bystanders； but Miss Minerva's eyes were sympathetic as she watched him sweep exultantly out； far out； over the harbor。
Youth and love； the beginning of life。 And on that cot down on the lanai； Dan … and the end。
CHAPTER VIII
Steamer Day
OUT in the harbor； by the channel entrance； the President Tyler stood motionless as Diamond Head； and from his post near the rail outside his stateroom； John Quincy Winterslip took his first look at Honolulu。 He had no feeling of having been here before； this was an alien land。 Several miles away he saw the line of piers and unlovely warehouses that marked the water…front； beyond that lay a vast expanse of brilliant green pierced here and there by the top of a modest skyscraper。 Back of the city a range of mountains stood on guard； peaks of crystal blue against the azure sky。
A trim little launch from Quarantine chugged importantly up to the big liner's side； and a doctor in a khaki uniform ran briskly up the acmodation ladder to the deck not far from where the boy stood。 John Quincy wondered at the man's vitality。 He felt like a spent force himself。 The air was moist and heavy； the breeze the ship had stirred in moving gone for ever。 The flood of energy that had swept over him in San Francisco was but a happy memory now。 He leaned wearily on the rail； staring at the bright tropical landscape before him … and not seeing it at all。
He saw instead a quiet； well…furnished Boston office where at this very moment the typewriters were clicking amiably and the stock ticker was busily writing the story of another day。 In a few hours … there was a considerable difference of time … the market would close and the men he knew would be piling into automobiles and heading for the nearest country club。 A round of golf； then a calm； perfectly served dinner； and after that a quiet evening with a book。 Life running along as it was meant to go； without rude interruption or disturbing incident； life devoid of ohia wood boxes； attic encounters； unwillingly…witnessed love scenes； cousins with blackbirding pasts。 Suddenly John Quincy remembered； this was the morning when he must look Dan Winterslip in the eye and tell him he had been a bit dilatory with his fists。 Oh； well … he straightened resolutely … the sooner that was done； the better。
Harry Jennison came along the deck； smiling and vigorous； clad in spotless white from head to foot。 〃Here we are；〃 he cried。 〃On the threshold of paradise！〃
〃Think so？〃 said John Quincy。
〃Know it；〃 Jennison answered。 〃Only place in the world； these islands。 You remember what Mark Twain said …〃
〃Ever visited Boston？〃 John Quincy cut in。
〃Once；〃 replied Jennison briefly。 〃That's Punch Bowl Hill back of the town … and Tantalu