〃Of course it did；〃 she beamed。 〃What was it？〃
〃Well；〃 he said； 〃first of all； I met a missionary on the boat。〃 He told her the Reverend Frank Upton's tale of that morning on Apiang； and added the news that a man named Thomas Macan Brade was now in Honolulu。
She was silent for a time。 〃So Dan was a blackbirder；〃 she remarked at last。 〃How charming！ Such a pleasant man； too。 But then； I learned that lesson early in life … the brighter the smile； the darker the past。 All this will make delightful reading in the Boston papers； John Quincy。〃
〃Oh； they'll never get it；〃 her nephew said。
〃Don't deceive yourself。 Newspapers will go to the ends of the earth for a good murder。 I once wrote letters to all the editors in Boston urging them to print no more details about homicides。 It hadn't the slightest effect … though I did get an acknowledgment of my favor from the Herald。〃
John Quincy glanced at his watch。 〃Perhaps I should go down to the station。 Anything in the morning paper？〃
〃A very hazy interview with Captain Hallet。 The police have unearthed important clues； and promise early results。 You know … the sort of thing they always give out just after a murder。〃
The boy looked at her keenly。 〃Ah；〃 he said； 〃then you read newspaper accounts of the kind you tried to suppress？〃
〃Certainly I do；〃 snapped his aunt。 〃There's little enough excitement in my life。 But I gladly gave up my port wine because I felt intoxicants were bad for the lower classes； and …〃
Haku interrupted with the news that John Quincy was wanted on the telephone。 When the boy returned to the lanai there was a brisk air of business about him。
〃That was Charlie；〃 he announced。 〃The day's work is about to get under way。 They've located Mr。 and Mrs。 Brade at the Reef and Palm Hotel； and I'm to meet Charlie there in fifteen minutes。〃
〃The Reef and Palm；〃 repeated Miss Minerva。 〃You see； it keeps ing back to Egan。 I'd wager a set of Browning against a modern novel that he's the man who did it。〃
〃You'd lose your Browning； and then where would you be when the lecture season started？〃 laughed John Quincy。 〃I never knew you to be so stupid before。〃 His face became serious。 〃By the way； will you explain to Barbara that I can't join her； after all？〃
Miss Minerva nodded。 〃Go along；〃 she said。 〃I envy you all this。 First time in my life I ever wished I were a man。〃
John Quincy approached the Reef and Palm by way of the beach。 The scene was one of bright serenity。 A few languid tourists lolled upon the sand； others； more ambitious； were making picture post…card history out where the surf began。 A great white steamer puffed blackly into port。 Standing in water up to their necks； a group of Hawaiian women paused in their search for luncheon delicacies to enjoy a moment's gossip。
John Quincy passed Arlene pton's cottage and entered the grounds of the Reef and Palm。 On the beach not far from the hotel； an elderly Englishwoman sat on a camp stool with an easel and canvas before her。 She was seeking to capture something of that exotic scene … vainly seeking； for John Quincy； glancing over her shoulder； perceived that her work was terrible。 She turned and looked at him； a weary look of protest against his intrusion； and he was sorry she had caught him in the act of smiling at her inept canvas。
Chan had not yet arrived at the hotel； and the clerk informed John Quincy that Miss Carlota had gone to the city。 For that interview with her father； no doubt。 He hoped that the evidence of the check would bring about Egan's release。 It seemed to him that the man was being held on a rather flimsy pretext； anyhow。
He sat down on the lanai at the side； where he could see both the path that led in from the street and the restless waters of the Pacific。 On the beach near by a man in a purple bathing suit reclined dejectedly； and John Quincy smiled in recollection。 Mr。 Saladine； alone with his tragedy； peering out at the waters that had robbed him … waiting； no doubt； for the tide to yield up its loot。
Some fifteen or twenty minutes passed； and then John Quincy heard voices in the garden。 He saw that Hallet and Chan were ing up the walk and went to meet them at the front door。
〃Splendid morning；〃 said Chan。 〃Nice day to set out on new path leading unevitably to important discovery。〃
John Quincy acpanied them to the desk。 The Japanese clerk regarded them with sullen unfriendliness； he had not forgotten the events of the day before。 Information had to be dragged from him bit by bit。 Yes； there was a Mr。 and Mrs。 Brade stopping there。 They arrived last Saturday； on the steamship Sonoma。 Mr。 Brade was not about at the moment。 Mrs。 Brade was on the beach painting pretty pictures。
〃Good；〃 said Hallet； 〃I'll have a look around their room before I question them。 Take us there。〃
The clerk hesitated。 〃Boy！〃 he called。 It was only a bluff； the Reef and Palm had no bell…boys。 Finally； with an air of injured dignity； he led the way down a long corridor on the same floor as the office and unlocked the door of nineteen； the last room on the right。 Hallet strode in and went to the window。
〃Here … wait a minute；〃 he called to the clerk。 He pointed to the elderly woman painting on the beach。 〃That Mrs。 Brade？〃
〃Yes…s；〃 hissed the clerk。
〃All right … go along。〃 The clerk went out。 〃Mr。 Winterslip； I'll ask you to sit here in the window and keep an eye on the lady。 If she starts to e in； let me know。〃 He stared eagerly about the poorly furnished bedroom。 〃Now； Mr。 Brade； I wonder what you've got？〃
John Quincy took the post assigned him； feeling decidedly unfortable。 This didn't seem quite honorable to him。 However； he probably wouldn't be called upon to do any searching himself； and if policemen were forced to do disagreeable things … well； they should have thought of that before they became policemen。 Not that either Hallet or Chan appeared to be embarrassed by the task before them。
There was a great deal of luggage in the room … English luggage； which is usually large and impressive。 John Quincy noted a trunk； two enormous bags； and a smaller case。 All were plastered with labels of the Sonoma； and beneath were the worn fragments of earlier labels； telling a broken story of other ships and far hotels。
Hallet and Chan were old hands at this game； they went through Brade's trunk rapidly and thoroughly； but without finding anything of note。 The captain turned his attention to the small traveling case。 With every evidence of delight he drew forth a packet of letters； and sat down with them at a table。 John Quincy was shocked。 Reading other people's mail was； in his eyes； something that simply wasn't done。
It was done by Hallet； however。 In a moment the captain spoke。 〃Seems to have been in the British civil service in Calcutta； but he's resigned；〃 he announced to Chan。 〃Here's a letter from his superior in London referring to Brade's thirty…six years on the job； and saying he's sorry to lose him。〃 Hallet took up another letter； his face brightened as he read。 〃Say … this is more like it！〃 He handed the typewritten page to Chan。 Chan looked at it； and his eyes sparkled。 〃Most interesting；〃 he cried； and turned it over to John Quincy。
The boy hesitated。 The standards of a lifetime are not easily abandoned。 But the others had read it first； so he put aside his scruples。 The letter was several months old； and was addressed to Brade in Calcutta。
〃DEAR SIR： In reply to your inquiry of the sixth instant； would say that Mr。 Daniel Winterslip is alive and is a resident of this city。 His address is 3947 Kalia Road； Waikiki； Honolulu； T。H。〃
The signature was that of the British consul at Honolulu。 John Quincy returned the epistle to Hallet； who put it in his pocket。 At that instant Chan； who had been exploring one of the larger bags； emitted a little grunt of satisfaction。
〃What is it； Charlie？〃 Hallet asked。
Chan set out on the table before his chief a small tin box； and removed the lid。 It was filled with cigarettes。 〃Corsican brand；〃 he announced cheerfully。
〃Good；〃 said Hallet。 〃It begins to look as though Mr。 Thomas Macan Brade would have a lot to explain。〃
They continued their researches； while John Quincy sat silent by the window。