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〃I expect I shall；〃 John Quincy replied。
〃Just ask him if he recalls that day on Apiang Island in the 'eighties。 The Reverend Frank Upton。〃
〃Of course；〃 replied John Quincy。 〃But you haven't told me much about it； you know。〃
〃No； I haven't。〃 The missionary dropped into a chair。 〃I don't like to reveal any secrets about a man's past；〃 he said。 〃However； I understand that the story of Dan Winterslip's early life has always been known in Honolulu。〃 He glanced toward Madame Maynard。
〃Dan was no saint；〃 she remarked。 〃We all know that。〃
He crossed his thin legs。 〃As a matter of fact； I'm very proud of my meeting with Dan Winterslip；〃 he went on。 〃I feel that in my humble way I persuaded him to change his course … for the better。〃
〃Humph；〃 said the old lady。 She was dubious； evidently。
John Quincy was not altogether pleased at the turn the conversation had taken。 He did not care to have the name of a Winterslip thus bandied about。 But to his annoyance； the Reverend Mr。 Upton was continuing。
〃It was in the 'eighties； as I told you；〃 said the missionary。 〃I had a lonely station on Apiang； in the Gilbert group。 One morning a brig anchored just beyond the reef； and a boat came ashore。 Of course； I joined the procession of natives down to the beach to meet it。 I saw few enough men of my own race。
〃There was a ruffianly crew aboard； in charge of a dapper； rather handsome young white man。 And I saw； even before they beached her； midway in the boat； a long pine box。
〃The white man introduced himself。 He said he was First Officer Winterslip； of the brig Maid of Shiloh。 And when he mentioned the name of the ship； of course I knew at once。 Knew her unsavory trade and history。 He hurried on to say that their captain had died the day before； and they had brought him ashore to bury him on land。 It had been the man's last wish。
〃Well。〃 The Reverend Mr。 Upton stared at the distant shore line of Oahu。 〃I looked over at that rough pine box … four Malay sailors were carrying it ashore。 'So Tom Brade's in there；' I said。 Young Winterslip nodded。 'He's in there； right enough；' he answered。 And I knew I was looking on at the final scene in the career of a famous character of the South Seas； a callous brute who knew no law； a pirate and adventurer； the master of the notorious Maid of Shiloh。 Tom Brade； the blackbirder。〃
〃Blackbirder？〃 queried John Quincy。
The missionary smiled。 〃Ah； yes … you e from Boston。 A blackbirder； my boy； is a shipping…master who furnishes contract labor to the plantations at so much a head。 It's pretty well wiped out now； but in the 'eighties！ A horrible business … the curse of God was on it。 Sometimes the laborers came willingly。 Sometimes。 But mostly they came at the point of a knife or the muzzle of a gun。 A bloody； brutal business。
〃Winterslip and his men went up the beach and began to dig a grave under a cocoanut palm。 I followed。 I offered to say a prayer。 Winterslip laughed … not much use； he said。 But there on that bright morning under the palm I consigned to God the soul of a man who had so much to answer for。 Winterslip agreed to e to my house for lunch。 He told me that save for a recruiting agent who had remained aboard the brig； he was now the only white man on the ship。
〃During lunch； I talked to him。 He was so young … I discovered this was his first trip。 'It's no trade for you；' I told him。 And after a time； he agreed with me。 He said he had two hundred blacks under the hatches that he must deliver to a plantation over in the Kingsmill group； and that after he'd done that； he was through。 'I'll take the Maid back to Sydney； Dominie；' he promised； 'and turn her over。 Then I'm pau。 I'm going home to Honolulu。〃
The Reverend Mr。 Upton rose slowly。 〃I learned later that he kept his word；〃 he finished。 〃Yes； Dan Winterslip went home； and the South Seas saw him no more。 I've always been a little proud of my part in that decision。 I've had few rewards。 It's not everywhere that the missionaries have prospered in a worldly way … as they did in Hawaii。〃 He glanced at Madame Maynard。 〃But I've had satisfactions。 And one of them arose from that meeting on the shore of Apiang。 It's long past my bed hour … I must say good night。〃
He moved away。 John Quincy sat turning this horror over and over in his mind。 A Winterslip in the blackbirding business！ That was pretty。 He wished he was back on Beacon Street。
〃Sweet little dig for me；〃 the old lady was muttering indignantly。 〃That about the missionaries in Hawaii。 And he needn't be so cocky。 If Dan Winterslip dropped blackbirding； it was only because he'd found something more profitable； I fancy。〃 She stood up suddenly。 〃At last；〃 she said。
John Quincy rose and stood beside her。 Far away a faint yellow eye was winking。 For a moment the old lady did not speak。
〃Well； that's that；〃 she said finally； in a low voice。 〃I've seen Diamond Head again。 Good night； my boy。〃
〃Good night；〃 John Quincy answered。
He stood alone by the rail。 The pace of the President Tyler was slowing perceptibly。 The moon came from behind a cloud； crept back again。 A sort of unholy calm was settling over the hot； airless； deep blue world。 The boy felt a strange restlessness in his heart。
He ascended to the boat deck； seeking a breath of air。 There； in a secluded spot； he came upon Barbara and Jennison … and stopped； shocked。 His cousin was in the man's arms； and their bizarre costumes added a weird touch to the scene。 They did not see John Quincy； for in their world at that moment there were only two。 Their lips were crushed together； fiercely …
John Quincy fled。 Good lord！ He had kissed a girl or two himself； but it had been nothing like that。
He went to the rail outside his stateroom。 Well； what of it？ Barbara was nothing to him； a cousin； yes； but one who seemed to belong to an alien race。 He had sensed that she was in love with Jennison； this was no surprise。 Why did he feel that frustrated pang deep in his heart？ He was engaged to Agatha Parker。
He gripped the rail； and sought to see again Agatha's aristocratic face。 But it was blurred； indistinct。 All Boston was blurred in his memory。 The blood of the roaming Winterslips； the blood that led on to blackbirding and hot breathless kisses in the tropic night … was it flowing in his veins too？ Oh； lord … he should have stayed at home where he belonged。
Bowker； the steward； came along。 〃Well； here we are；〃 he said。 〃We'll anchor in twelve fathoms and wait for the pilot and the doctor in the morning。 I heard they'd been having Kona weather out this way； but I imagine this is the tail end of it。 There'll be a moon shortly； and by dawn the old trades will be on the job again； God bless them。〃
John Quincy did not speak。 〃I've returned all your books； sir；〃 the steward went on； 〃except that one by Adams on Revolutionary New England。 It's a mighty interesting work。 I intend to finish it to…night； so I can give it to you before you go ashore。〃
〃Oh； that's all right；〃 John Quincy said。 He pointed to dim harbor lights in the distance。 〃Honolulu's over there； I take it。〃
〃Yeah … several miles away。 A dead town； sir。 They roll up the sidewalks at nine。 And let me give you a tip。 Keep away from the okolehau。〃
〃The what？〃 asked John Quincy。
〃The okolehau。 A drink they sell out here。〃
〃What's it made of？〃
〃There；〃 said Bowker； 〃you have the plot for a big mystery story。 What is it made of？ Judging by the smell； of nothing very lovely。 A few gulps； and you hit the ceiling of eternity。 But oh； boy … when you drop！ Keep off it； sir。 I'm speaking as one who knows。〃
〃I'll keep off it；〃 John Quincy promised。
Bowker disappeared。 John Quincy remained by the rail； that restless feeling growing momentarily。 The moon was hidden still； the ship crept along through the muggy darkness。 He peered across the black waters toward the strange land that awaited him。
Somewhere over there； Dan Winterslip waited for him too。 Dan Winterslip； blood relative of the Boston Winterslips； and ex…blackbirder。 For the first time； the boy wished he had struck first in that dark attic in San Francisco； wished he had got that strong box and cast it overboard in the night。 Who could say what new scandal； what fresh blot on the honored name of Winterslip； might have been averted had he been quicker with his fists？
As John Quincy turned and entered his cabin； he made a firm resolution。 He would linger but briefly at this； his journey's end。 A few days to get his breath； perhaps； and then he would set out again for Boston。 And Aunt Minerva would go with him； whether she wanted to or not。
CHAPTER VI
Beyond The Bamboo Curtain
HAD JOHN QUINCY been able to see his Aunt Minerva at that moment； he would not have been so sure that he could persuade her to fall in with his plans。 He would； indeed； have been profoundly shocked at the picture presented by his supposedly staid and dignified relative。
For Miss Minerva was sitting on a grass mat in a fragrant garden in the Hawaiian quarter of Honolulu。 Pale golden Chinese lanterns； inscribed with scarlet letters； hung above her head。 Her neck was garlanded with ropes of buff ginger blossoms twined with maile。 The sleepy； sensuous music of ukulele and steel guitar rose on the midnight air and before her； in a cleared space under the date palms； Hawaiian boys and girls were performing a dance she would not be able to describe in great detail when she got back to Beacon Street。
Miss Minerva was； in her quiet way； very happy。 One of the ambitions of her life had been realized； and she was present at a luau； or native Hawaiian feast。 Few white people are privileged to attend this intimate ceremony； but Honolulu friends had been invited on this occasion； and had asked her to go with them。 At first she had thought she must refuse； for Dan was expecting Barbara and John Quincy on Monday afternoon。 When on Monday evening he had informed her that the President Tyler would not land its passengers until the next day； she had hastened to the telephone and asked to reconsider her refusal。
And she was glad she had。 Before her； on another mat； lay the remnants of a dinner unique in her experience。 Dan had called her a good sport； and she had this evening proved him to be correct。 Without a qualm she had faced the queer food wrapped in brown bundles； she had tasted everything； poi served in individual calabashes； chicken stewed in cocoanut milk； squid and shrimps； limu； or sea…weed； even raw fish。 She would dream tonight！
Now the feasting had given way to the dance。 The moonlight was tracing lacy patterns on the lawn； the plaintive wail of the music rose ever louder； the Hawaiian young people； bashful at first in the presence of strangers； were bashful no longer。 Miss Minerva closed her eyes and leaned back against the trunk of a tall palm。 Even in Hawaiian love songs there is a note of hopeless melancholy； it touched her emotions as no symphony ever could。 A curtain was lifted and she was looking into the past； the primitive； barbaric past of these Islands in the days before the white men came。
A long； heart…breaking crescendo； and the music stopped； the swaying bodies of the dancers were momentarily still。 It seemed to Miss Minerva's friends an opportune moment to depart。 They entered the house and in the stuffy little parlor； took leave of their brown； smiling host and hostess。 The baby whose arrival in the world was the inspiration for the luau awoke for a second and smiled at them too。 Outside in the narrow street their car was waiting。
Through silent； deserted Honolulu they motored toward Waikiki。 As they passed the Judiciary Building on King Street； the clock in the tower struck the hour of one。 She had not been out so late； Miss Minerva reflected； since that night when a visiting pany sang Parsifal at the Boston Opera House。
The iron gates that guarded the drive at Dan's house were closed。 Leaving the car at the curb； Miss Minerva bade her friends good night and started up the walk toward the front door。 The evening had thrilled her； and she moved with the long confident stride of youth。 Dan's scarlet garden was shrouded in darkness； for the moon； which had been playing an in…and…out game with the fast…moving clouds all evening； was again obscured。 Exotic odor