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teve … and wants to know what he's going to do in Australia。 Says he don't know a soul down there and he'll just plain starve。 Dan was sore at first； then he laughs a nasty little laugh and goes over and tears that there page out of the guest book and gives it to Steve。 'Look him up and tell him you're a friend of mine；' he says。 'Maybe he'll give you a job。 The name is Gleason。 I've disliked him for twenty years； though he don't know that！'〃
〃A dirty dig at me；〃 Leatherbee explained。 〃I took the loan and this Gleason's address and we started to go。 Winterslip said he wanted to talk to Arlene； so I came away alone。 That was about ten o'clock。〃
〃Where did you go？〃 Hallet asked。
〃I went back to my hotel down…town。 I had to pack。〃
〃Back to your hotel； eh？ Can you prove it？〃
Leatherbee considered。 〃I don't know。 The boy at the desk may remember when I came in； though I didn't stop there for my key … I had it with me。 Anyhow； I didn't see Winterslip after that。 I just went ahead with my preparations to sail on the Niagara； and I must say you've got your nerve …〃
〃Never mind that！〃 Hallet turned to the woman。 〃And after Leatherbee left … what happened then？〃
〃Well； Dan started in on that brooch again；〃 she said。 〃It made me sore； too … I never did like a tight…wad。 Besides； my nerves was all on edge。 I'm funny that way； rows get me all upset。 I like everybody pleasant around me。 He went on arguing； so finally I ripped off the brooch and threw it at him； and it rolled away under the table somewhere。 Then he said he was sorry； and that was when he offered to replace it with something more up…to…date。 The best money could buy … that was what he promised。 Pretty soon we was friends again … just as good friends as ever when I came away； about ten…fifteen。 His last words was that we'd look round the jewelry stores this morning。 I ask you； Captain； is it reasonable to think I'd have anything to do with murdering a man who was in a buying mood like that？〃
Hallet laughed。 〃So you left him at ten…fifteen … and went home alone？〃
〃I did。 And when I saw him last he was alive and well … I'll swear to that on a stack of Bibles as high as the Times Building。 Gee； don't I wish I was safe on Broadway to…night！〃
Hallet thought for a moment。 〃Well； we'll look into all this。 You can both go … I'm not going to hold you at present。 But I expect you both to remain in Honolulu until this affair is cleared up； and I advise you not to try any funny business。 You've seen to…night what chance you've got to get away。〃
〃Oh； that's all right。〃 The woman stood； looking her relief。 〃We've got no reason to beat it； have we； Steve？〃
〃None in the world；〃 agreed Steve。 His facetious manner returned。 〃Speaking for myself；〃 he added； 〃innocent is my middle…name。〃
〃Good night； all；〃 said Mrs。 pton； and they went out。
Hallet sat staring at the brooch。 〃A pretty straight story；〃 he remarked； looking at Chan。
〃Nice and neat；〃 grinned the Chinese man。
〃If true。〃 Hallet shrugged his shoulders。 〃Well； for the present； I'm willing to believe it。〃 He turned to John Quincy。 〃Now； Mr。 Winterslip；〃 he said severely； 〃I want it understood that any other evidence your family digs up …〃
〃Oh； that's all right；〃 interrupted the boy。 〃We'll turn it over at once。 I've already given to Chan the newspaper my cousin was reading that night he wrote the letter to Roger Winterslip。〃
Chan took the paper from his pocket。 〃Such a busy evening；〃 he explained； 〃the journal was obscure in my mind。 Thanks for the recollection。〃 He called to his chief's attention the mutilated corner。
〃Look into that；〃 said Hallet。
〃Before sleeping；〃 promised Chan。 〃Mr。 Winterslip； we pursue similar paths。 The honor of your pany in my humble vehicle would pleasure me deeply。〃 Once in the car on the deserted street； he spoke again。 〃The page ripped from guest book； the brooch lying silent on floor。 Both are now followed into presence of immovable stone wall。 We sway about； looking for other path。〃
〃Then you think those two were telling the truth？〃 John Quincy asked。
〃As to that； I do not venture to remark；〃 Chan replied。
〃How about those psychic powers？〃 inquired John Quincy。
Chan smiled。 〃Psychic powers somewhat drowsy just now；〃 he admitted。 〃Need prodding into wakefulness。〃
〃Look here；〃 said John Quincy； 〃there's no need for you to take me out to Waikiki。 Just drop me on King Street； and I'll get a trolley。〃
〃Making humble suggestion；〃 Chan replied； 〃is it not possible you will acpany me to newspaper rooms； where we set out on different path？〃
John Quincy looked at his watch； it was ten minutes past eleven。 〃I'll be glad to； Charlie；〃 he said。
Chan beamed with pleasure。 〃Greatly honored by your friendly manner；〃 he remarked。 He turned into a side street。 〃Newspaper of this nature burst out at evening； very quiet now。 Somebody may loiter in rooms； if we have happy luck。〃
They had just that； for the building of the evening journal was open； and in the city room an elderly man with a green shade over his eyes hammered on a typewriter。
〃Hello； Charlie；〃 he said cordially。
〃Hello； Pete。 Mr。 Winterslip of Boston； I have all the honor to present this Pete Mayberry。 For many years he explore water…front ferreting for whatever news are hiding there。〃
The elderly man rose and removed his eye…shade； revealing a pleasant twinkle。 He was evidently interested to meet a Winterslip。
〃We pursue；〃 continued Chan； 〃one copy of paper marked June sixteen； present year。 If you have no inclination for objecting。〃
Mayberry laughed。 〃Go to it； Charlie。 You know where the files are。〃
Chan bowed and disappeared。 〃Your first appearance out here； Mr。 Winterslip？〃 inquired the newspaper man。
John Quincy nodded。 〃I've only just got here；〃 he said； 〃but I can see it's a rather intriguing place。〃
〃You've said it；〃 smiled Mayberry。 〃Forty…six years ago I came out from Portsmouth； New Hampshire； to visit relatives。 I've been in the newspaper game here ever since … most of the time on the water…front。 There's a lifework for you！〃
〃You must have seen some changes；〃 remarked John Quincy inanely。
Mayberry nodded。 〃For the worse。 I knew Honolulu in the glamourous days of its isolation； and I've watched it fade into an eighth carbon copy of Babbittville； U。S。A。 The water…front's just a water…front now … but once； my boy！ Once it oozed romance at every pore。〃
Chan returned； carrying a paper。 〃Much to be thankful for；〃 he said to Mayberry。 〃Your kindness are quite overwhelming …〃
〃Anything doing？〃 asked Mayberry eagerly。
Chan shook his head。 〃Presently speaking； no。 Our motions just now must be blackly clouded in secrecy。〃
〃Well；〃 said the reporter； 〃when it es time to roll them clouds away； don't forget me。〃
〃Impossibility；〃 protested Chan。 〃Good night。〃
They left Mayberry bending over his typewriter； and at Chan's suggestion went to the All American Restaurant； where he ordered two cups of 〃your inspeakable coffee。〃 While they waited to be served； he spread out on the table his plete copy of the newspaper； and laying the torn page on its counterpart； carefully removed the upper right…hand corner。
〃The missing fragment；〃 he explained。 For a time he studied it thoughtfully； and finally shook his head。 〃I apprehend nothing to startle；〃 he admitted。 He handed it across the table。 〃If you will condescend greatly …〃
John Quincy took the bit of newspaper。 On one side was the advertisement of a Japanese dealer in shirtings who wrote his own publicity。 Any one might carry off； he said； six yards for the price of five。 John Quincy laughed aloud。
〃Ah；〃 said Chan； 〃you are by rights mirthful。 Kikuchi； purveyor of skirting cloth； seize on grand English language and make it into a jumble。 On that side are nothing to detain us。 But humbly hinting you reverse the fragment …〃
John Quincy reversed it。 The other side was a part of the shipping page。 He read it carefully； news of sailings and arrivals； there would be places for five passengers to the Orient on the Shinyo Maru； leaving Wednesday； the Wilhelmina was six hundred and forty miles east of Makupuu Point； the brig Mary Jane from the Treaty Ports …
John Quincy started； and caught his breath。 A small item in tiny print had met his eye。
〃Among the passengers who will arrive here on the Sonoma from Australia a week from Saturday are： Mr。 and Mrs。 Thomas Macan Brade； of Calcutta …〃
John Quincy sat staring at the unwashed window of the All American Restaurant。 His mind went back to the deck of the President Tyler； to a lean old missionary telling a tale of a bright morning on Apiang； a grave under a palm tree。 〃Mr。 and Mrs。 Thomas Macan Brade； of Calcutta。〃 He heard again the missionary's high…pitched voice。 〃A callous brute； a pirate and adventurer。 Tom Brade； the blackbirder。〃
But Brade had been buried in a long pine box on Apiang。 Even at the Crossroads of the Pacific； his path and that of Dan Winterslip could hardly have crossed again。
The waiter brought the coffee。 Chan said nothing； watching John Quincy closely。 Finally he spoke： 〃You have much to tell me。〃
John Quincy looked around quickly； he had forgotten Chan's presence。
His dilemma was acute。 Must he here in this soiled restaurant in a far town reveal to this man that ancient blot on the Winterslip name？ What would Aunt Minerva say？ Well； only a short time ago she had remarked that she was resolved to have no more secrets from the police。 However； there was family pride …
John Quincy's eye fell on the Japanese waiter。 What were those lines from The Mikado？ 〃But family pride must be denied and mortified and set aside。〃
The boy smiled。 〃Yes； Charlie；〃 he admitted； 〃I have much to tell you。〃 And over the inspeakable coffee of the All American Restaurant he repeated to the detective the story the Reverend Frank Upton had told on the President Tyler。
Chan beamed。 〃Now；〃 he cried； 〃we arrive in the neighborhood of something！ Brade the blackbirder； master Maid of Shiloh boat； on which Mr。 Dan Winterslip are first officer …〃
〃But Brade was buried on Apiang；〃 protested John Quincy。
〃Yes； indeed。 And who saw him； pardon me？ Was it then an unsealed box？ Oh； no！〃 Chan's eyes were dancing。 〃Please recollect something more。 The strong box of ohia wood。 Initials on it are T。M。B。 Mysteries yet； but we move； we advance！〃
〃I guess we do；〃 admitted John Quincy。
〃This much we grasp；〃 Chan continued。 〃Dan Winterslip repose for quiet hour on lanai； in peaceful reading。 This news assault his eye。 He now leaps up； paces about； flees to dock to send letter requesting； please； the ohia wood box must be buried deep in Pacific。 Why？〃 Fumbling in his pocket； Chan took out a sheaf of papers； evidently lists of steamer arrivals。 〃On Saturday just gone by； the Sonoma make this port。 Among passengers … yes … yes … Thomas Macan Brade and honorable wife； Calcutta。 It is here inscribed they arrive to stay； not being present when Sonoma persist on journey。 On the night of Monday； Mr。 Dan Winterslip are foully slain。〃
〃Which makes Mr。 Brade an important person to locate；〃 said John Quincy。
〃How very true。 But the hurry are not intense。 No boats sailing now。 Before sleeping； I will investigate downtown hotels； Waikiki to…morrow。 Where are you； Mr。 Brade？〃 Chan seized the check。 〃No … pardon me … the honor of paying for this poison…tasting beverage must be mine。〃
Out in the street； he indicated an approaching trolley。 〃It bears imprint of your destination；〃 he pointed out。 〃You will require sleep。 We meet to…morrow。 Congratulations on most fruitful evening。〃
Once more John Quincy was on a Waikiki car。 Weary but thrilled； he took out his pipe and filling it； lighted up。 What a day！ He seemed to have lived a lifetime since he landed that very morning。 He perceived that his smoke was blowing in the face of a tired little Japanese woman beside him。 〃Pardon me；〃 he remarked； and knocking the pipe against the side rail； put it in his pocket。 The woman stared at him in meek startled wonder； no one had ever asked her pardon before。
On the seat behind John Quincy a group of Hawaiian boys with yellow leis about their necks twanged on steel guitars and sang a plaintive love song。 The trolley rattled on through the fragrant night； above th