the name of Thomas Macan Brade was on no sailing list。 Through far settlements that were called villages but were nothing save clusters of Japanese huts； in lonely coves where the surf moaned dismally； over pineapple and sugar plantations； the emissaries of Hallet pursued their quest。 Their efforts came to nothing。
John Quincy drifted idly with the days。 He knew now the glamour of Waikiki waters； he had felt their warm embrace。 Every afternoon he experimented with a board in the malihini surf； and he was eager for the moment when he could dare the big rollers farther out。 Boston seemed like a tale that is told； State Street and Beacon memories of another more active existence now abandoned。 No longer was he at a loss to understand his aunt's reluctance to depart these friendly shores。
Early Friday afternoon Miss Minerva found him reading a book on the lanai。 Something in the nonchalance of his manner irritated her。 She had always been for action； and the urge was on her even in Hawaii。
〃Have you seen Mr。 Chan lately？〃 she inquired。
〃Talked with him this morning。 They're doing their best to find Brade。〃
〃Humph；〃 sniffed Miss Minerva。 〃Their best is none too good。 I'd like to have a few Boston detectives on this case。〃
〃Oh； give them time；〃 yawned John Quincy。
〃They've had three days；〃 she snapped。 〃Time enough。 Brade never left this island of Oahu； that's certain。 And when you consider that you can drive across it in a motor in two hours； and around it in about six； Mr。 Hallet's brilliance does not impress。 I'll have to end by solving this thing myself。〃
John Quincy laughed。 〃Yes； maybe you will。〃
〃Well； I've given them the two best clues they have。 If they'd keep their eyes open the way I do …〃
〃Charlie's eyes are open；〃 protested John Quincy。
〃Think so？ They look pretty sleepy to me。〃
Barbara appeared on the lanai； dressed for a drive。 Her eyes were somewhat happier； a bit of color had e back to her cheeks。 〃What are you reading； John Quincy？〃 she asked。
He held up the book。 〃The City by the Golden Gate；〃 he told her。
〃Oh； really？ If you're interested； I believe dad had quite a library on San Francisco。 I remember there was a history of the stock exchange … he wanted me to read it； but I couldn't。〃
〃You missed a good one；〃 John Quincy informed her。 〃I finished it this morning。 I've read five other books on San Francisco since I came。〃
His aunt stared at him。 〃What for？〃 she asked。
〃Well …〃 He hesitated。 〃I've taken sort of a fancy to the town。 I don't know … sometimes I think I'd rather like to live there。〃
Miss Minerva smiled grimly。 〃And they sent you out to take me back to Boston；〃 she remarked。
〃Boston's all right；〃 said her nephew hastily。 〃It's Winterslip headquarters … but its hold has never been strong enough to prevent an occasional Winterslip from hitting the trail。 You know； when I came into San Francisco harbor； I had the oddest feeling。〃 He told them about it。 〃And the more I saw of the city； the better I liked it。 There's a snap and sparkle in the air； and the people seem to know how to get the most out of life。〃
Barbara smiled on him approvingly。 〃Follow that impulse； John Quincy；〃 she advised。
〃Maybe I will。 All this reminds me … I must write a letter。〃 He rose and left the lanai。
〃Does he really intend to desert Boston？〃 Barbara asked。
Miss Minerva shook her head。 〃Just a moment's madness；〃 she explained。 〃I'm glad he's going through it … he'll be more human in the future。 But as for leaving Boston！ John Quincy！ As well expect Bunker Hill Monument to emigrate to England。〃
In his room up…stairs； however； John Quincy's madness was persisting。 He had never pleted that letter to Agatha Parker； but he now plunged into his task with enthusiasm。 San Francisco was his topic； and he wrote well。 He pictured the city in words that glowed with life； and he wondered … just a suggestion … how she'd like to live there。
Agatha was now； he recalled； on a ranch in Wyoming … her first encounter with the West … and that was providential。 She had felt for herself the lure of the wide open spaces。 Well； the farther you went the wider and opener they got。 In California life was all color and light。 Just a suggestion； of course。
As he sealed the flap of the envelope； he seemed to glimpse Agatha's thin patrician face； and his heart sank。 Her gray eyes were cool； so different from Barbara's； so very different from those of Carlota Maria Egan。
On Saturday afternoon John Quincy had an engagement to play golf with Harry Jennison。 He drove up Nuuanu Valley in Barbara's roadster … for Dan Winterslip's will had been read and everything he possessed was Barbara's now。 In that sheltered spot a brisk rain was falling； as is usually the case； though the sun was shining brightly。 John Quincy had grown accustomed to this phenomenon； 〃liquid sunshine〃 the people of Hawaii call such rain； and pay no attention to it。 Half a dozen different rainbows added to the beauty of the Country Club links。
Jennison was waiting on the veranda； a striking figure in white。 He appeared genuinely glad to see his guest； and they set out on a round of golf that John Quincy would long remember。 Never before had he played amid such beauty。 The low hills stood on guard； their slopes bright with tropical colors … the yellow of kukui trees； the gray of ferns； the emerald of ohia and banana trees； here and there a splotch of brick…red earth。 The course was a green velvet carpet beneath their feet； the showers came and went。 Jennison was a proficient driver； but the boy was his superior on approaches； and at the end of the match John Quincy was four up。 They putted through a rainbow and returned to the locker room。
In the roadster going home； Jennison brought up the subject of Dan Winterslip's murder。 John Quincy was interested to get the reaction of a lawyer to the evidence。
〃I've kept more or less in touch with the case；〃 Jennison said。 〃Egan is still my choice。〃
Somehow； John Quincy resented this。 A picture of Carlota Egan's lovely but unhappy face flashed through his mind。 〃How about Leatherbee and the pton woman？〃 he asked。
〃Well； of course； I wasn't present when they told their story；〃 Jennison replied。 〃But Hallet claims it sounded perfectly plausible。 And it doesn't seem likely that if he'd had anything to do with the murder； Leatherbee would have been fool enough to keep that page from the guest book。〃
〃There's Brade； too；〃 John Quincy suggested。
〃Yes … Brade plicates things。 But when they run him down … if they do … I imagine the result will be nil。〃
〃You know that Kamaikui's grandson is mixed up somehow with Brade？〃
〃So I understand。 It's a matter that wants looking into。 But mark my words； when all these trails are followed to the end； everything will e back to Jim Egan。〃
〃What have you against Egan？〃 inquired John Quincy； swerving to avoid another car。
〃I have nothing against Egan；〃 Jennison replied。 〃But I can't forget the look on Dan Winterslip's face that day he told me he was afraid of the man。 Then there is the stub of the Corsican cigarette。 Most important of all； Egan's silence regarding his business with Winterslip。 Men who are facing a charge of murder； my boy； talk； and talk fast。 Unless it so happens that what they have to say would further incriminate them。〃
They drove on in silence into the heart of the city。 〃Hallet tells me you're doing a little detective work yourself；〃 smiled Jennison。
〃I've tried； but I'm a duffer；〃 John Quincy admitted。 〃Just at present my efforts consist of a still hunt for that watch Aunt Minerva saw on the murderer's wrist。 Whenever I see a wrist watch I get as close to it as I can； and stare。 But as most of my sleuthing is done in the day time； it isn't so easy to determine whether the numeral two is bright or dim。〃
〃Persistence；〃 urged Jennison。 〃That's the secret of a good detective。 Stick to the job and you may succeed yet。〃
The lawyer was to dine with the family at Waikiki。 John Quincy set him down at his office； where he had a few letters to sign； and then drove him out to the beach。 Barbara was gowned in white； she was slim and wistful and beautiful； and considering the events of the immediate past；