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The Britisher dropped into a chair。 He smiled a wry smile。 〃My dear old chap；〃 he said。 〃Not so literal； if you don't mind。〃
〃Rot！〃 protested Roger。 〃What do years matter？ This is a young cousin of mine； John Quincy Winterslip； of Boston。 Ah … er … just what is your title now？〃
〃Captain。 I'm in the Admiralty。〃
〃Really？ Captain Arthur Temple Cope； John Quincy。〃 Roger turned to the Englishman。 〃You were a midshipman； I believe； when we met in Honolulu。 I was talking to Dan about you not a year ago …〃
An expression of intense dislike crossed the captain's face。 〃Ah； yes； Dan。 Alive and prospering； I presume？〃
〃Oh； yes；〃 answered Roger。
〃Isn't it damnable；〃 remarked Cope； 〃how the wicked thrive？〃
An unfortable silence fell。 John Quincy was familiar with the frankness of Englishmen； but he was none the less annoyed by this open display of hostility toward his prospective host。 After all； Dan's last name was Winterslip。
〃Ah … er … have a cigarette；〃 suggested Roger。
〃Thank you … have one of mine；〃 said Cope； taking out a silver case。 〃Virginia tobacco； though they are put up in Piccadilly。 No？ And you； sir …〃 He held the case before John Quincy； who refused a bit stiffly。
The captain nonchalantly lighted up。 〃I beg your pardon … what I said about your cousin；〃 he began。 〃But really； you know …〃
〃No matter；〃 said Roger cordially。 〃Tell me what you're doing here。〃
〃On my way to Hawaii；〃 explained the captain。 〃Sailing at three to…day on the Australian boat。 A bit of a job for the Admiralty。 From Honolulu I drop down to the Fanning Group … a little flock of islands that belongs to us；〃 he added with a fine paternal air。
〃A possible coaling station；〃 smiled Roger。
〃My dear fellow … the precise nature of my mission is； of course； a secret。〃 Captain Cope looked suddenly at John Quincy。 〃By the way； I once knew a very charming girl from Boston。 A relative of yours； no doubt。〃
〃A … a girl；〃 repeated John Quincy； puzzled。
〃Minerva Winterslip。〃
〃Why；〃 said John Quincy； amazed； 〃you mean my Aunt Minerva。〃
The captain smiled。 〃She was no one's aunt in those days；〃 he said。 〃Nothing auntish about her。 But that was in Honolulu in the 'eighties … we'd put in there on the old wooden Reliance … the poor unlucky ship was limping home crippled from Samoa。 Your aunt was visiting at that port … there were dances at the palace； swimming parties … ah； me； to be young again。〃
〃Minerva's in Honolulu now；〃 Roger told him。
〃No … really？〃
〃Yes。 She's stopping with Dan。〃
〃With Dan。〃 The captain was silent for a moment。 〃Her husband …〃
〃Minerva never married；〃 Roger explained。
〃Amazing；〃 said the captain。 He blew a ring of smoke toward the paneled ceiling。 〃The more shame to the men of Boston。 My time is hardly my own； but I shall hope to look in on her。〃 He rose。 〃This was a bit of luck … meeting you again； old chap。 I'm due aboard the boat very shortly … you understand； of course。〃 He bowed to them both； and departed。
〃Fine fellow；〃 Roger said； staring after him。 〃Frank and British； but a splendid chap。〃
〃I wasn't especially pleased；〃 John Quincy admitted； 〃by the way he spoke of Cousin Dan。〃
Roger laughed。 〃Better get used to it；〃 he advised。 〃Dan is not passionately beloved。 He's climbed high； you know； and he's trampled down a few on his way up。 By the way； he wants you to do an errand for him here in San Francisco。〃
〃Me！〃 cried John Quincy。 〃An errand？〃
〃Yes。 You ought to feel flattered。 Dan doesn't trust everybody。 However； it's something that must wait until dark。〃
〃Until dark；〃 repeated the puzzled young man from Boston。
〃Precisely。 In the meantime I propose to show you about town。〃
〃But … you're busy。 I couldn't think of taking you away …〃
Roger laid his hand on John Quincy's shoulder。 〃My boy； no westerner is ever too busy to show a man from the East about his city。 I've been looking forward to this chance for weeks。 And since you insist on sailing tomorrow at ten； we must make the most of our time。〃
Roger proved an adept at making the most of one's time in San Francisco。 After an exhilarating afternoon of motoring over the town and the surrounding country； he brought John Quincy back to the house at six； urging him to dress quickly for a dinner of which he apparently had great hopes。
The boy's trunk was in his room； and as he put on a dinner coat he looked forward with lively anticipation to a bit of San Francisco night life in Roger's pany。 When he came down…stairs his host was waiting； a distinguished figure in his dinner clothes； and they set out blithely through the gathering dusk。
〃Little place I want you to try；〃 Roger explained as they sat down at a table in a restaurant that was outwardly of no special note。 〃Afterward we'll look in on that musical show at the Columbia。〃
The restaurant more than justified Roger's hopes of it。 John Quincy began to glow with a warm friendly feeling for all the world； particularly this city by the western gate。 He did not think of himself as a stranger here。 He wasn't a stranger； anyhow。 The sensation he had first experienced in the harbor returned to him。 He had been here before； he was treading old familiar ground。 In far； forgotten； happy times he had known the life of this city's streets。 Strange； but true。 He spoke to Roger about it。
Roger smiled。 〃A Winterslip； after all；〃 he said。 〃And they told me you were just a sort of … of Puritan survival。 My father used to know that sensation you speak of； only he felt it whenever he entered a new town。 Might be something in reincarnation； after all。〃
〃Nonsense；〃 said John Quincy。
〃Probably。 Just the blood of the roaming Winterslips in your veins。〃 He leaned across the table。 〃How would you like to e to San Francisco to live？〃
〃Wha … what？〃 asked John Quincy； startled。
〃I'm getting along in years； and I'm all alone。 Lots of financial details in my office … take you in there and let you look after them。 Make it worth your while。〃
〃No； no； thank you；〃 said John Quincy firmly。 〃I belong back east。 Besides； I could never persuade Agatha to e out here。〃
〃Agatha who？〃
〃Agatha Parker … the girl I'm engaged to … in a way。 Been sort of understood between us for several years。 No；〃 he added； 〃I guess I'd better stay where I belong。〃
Roger Winterslip looked his disappointment。 〃Probably had；〃 he admitted。 〃I fancy no girl with that name would follow you here。 Though a girl worth having will follow her man anywhere … but no matter。〃 He studied John Quincy keenly for a moment。 〃I must have been wrong about you； anyhow。〃
John Quincy felt a sudden resentment。 〃Just what do you mean by that？〃 he inquired。
〃In the old days；〃 Roger said； 〃Winterslips were the stuff of which pioneers are made。 They didn't cling to the apron…strings of civilization。 They got up some fine morning and nonchalantly strolled off beyond the horizon。 They lived … but there； you're of another generation。 You can't understand。〃
〃Why can't I？〃 demanded John Quincy。
〃Because the same old rut has evidently been good enough for you。 You've never known a thrill。 Or have you？ Have you ever forgot to go to bed because of some utterly silly reason … because； for example； you were young and the moon was shining on a beach lapped by southern seas？ Have you ever lied like a gentleman to protect a woman not worth the trouble？ Ever made love to the wrong girl？〃
〃Of course not；〃 said John Quincy stiffly。
〃Ever run for your life through crooked streets in the rowdy quarter of a strange town？ Ever fought with a ship's officer … the old…fashioned kind with fists like flying hams？ Ever gone out on a man hunt and when you got your quarry cornered； leaped upon him with no weapon but your bare hands？ Have you ever …〃
〃The type of person you describe；〃 John Quincy cut in； 〃is hardly admirable。〃
〃Probably not；〃 Roger agreed。 〃And yet … those are incidents from my own past； my boy。〃 He regarded John Quincy sadly。 〃Yes； I must have been wrong about you。 A Puritan survival after all。〃
John Quincy deigned no reply。 There was an odd light in the older man's eyes … was Roger secretly laughing at him？ He appeared to be； and the boy resented it。
But he forgot to be resentful at the