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〃Any news？〃 inquired John Quincy。
She sat down。 〃Nothing but the coroner's verdict。 The usual thing … person or persons unknown。 But as I was reading the paper in the car； I had a sudden inspiration。〃
〃Good for you。 What was it？〃
Haku appeared at the door leading to the living…room。 〃You ring； miss？〃 he said。
〃I did。 Haku； what bees of the old newspapers in this house？〃
〃Take and put in a closet beside kitchen；〃 the man told her。
〃See if you can find me … no； never mind。 I'll look myself。〃
She followed Haku into the living…room。 In a few minutes she returned alone； a newspaper in her hand。
〃I have it；〃 she announced triumphantly。 〃The evening paper of Monday； June sixteenth … the one Dan was reading the night he wrote that letter to Roger。 And look； John Quincy … one corner has been torn from the shipping page！〃
〃Might have been accidental；〃 suggested John Quincy languidly。
〃Nonsense！〃 she said sharply。 〃It's a clue； that's what it is。 The item that disturbed Dan was on that missing corner of the page。〃
〃Might have been； at that；〃 he admitted。 〃What are you going to do …〃
〃You're the one that's going to do it；〃 she cut in。 〃Pull yourself together and go into town。 It's two hours until dinner。 Give this paper to Captain Hallet … or better still； to Charlie Chan。 I am impressed by Mr。 Chan's intelligence。〃
John Quincy laughed。 〃Damned clever； these Chinese！〃 he quoted。 〃You don't mean to say you've fallen for that bunk。 They seem clever because they're so different。〃
〃We'll see about that。 The chauffeur's gone on an errand for Barbara； but there's a roadster in the garage …〃
〃Trolley's good enough for me；〃 said John Quincy。 〃Here； give me the paper。〃
She explained to him how he was to reach the city； and he got his hat and went。 Presently he was on a trolley…car surrounded by representatives of a dozen different races。 The melting pot of the Pacific； Carlota Egan had called Honolulu； and the appellation seemed to be correct。 John Quincy began to feel a fresh energy； a new interest in life。
The trolley swept over the low swampy land between Waikiki and Honolulu； past rice fields where bent figures toiled patiently in water to their knees； past taro patches； and finally turned on to King Street。 Every few moments it paused to take aboard immigrants； Japanese； Chinese； Hawaiians； Portuguese； Philippinos； Koreans； all colors and all creeds。 On it went。 John Quincy saw great houses set in blooming groves； a Japanese theater flaunting weird posters not far from a Ford service station； then a huge building he recognized as the palace of the monarchy。 Finally it entered a district of modern office buildings。
Mr。 Kipling was wrong； the boy reflected； East and West could meet。 They had。
This impression was confirmed when he left the car at Fort Street and for a moment walked about； a stranger in a strange land。 A dusky policeman was directing traffic on the corner； officers of the United States army and navy in spotless duck strolled by； and on the shady side of the street Chinese girls； slim and immaculate in freshly laundered trousers and jackets； were window shopping in the cool of the evening。
〃I'm looking for the police station；〃 John Quincy informed a big American with a friendly face。
〃Get back on to King Street；〃 the man said。 〃Go to your right until you e to Bethel； then turn makai …〃
〃Turn what？〃
The man smiled。 〃A malihini； I take it。 Makai means toward the sea。 The other direction is mauka … toward the mountains。 The police station is at the foot of Bethel； in Kalakaua Hale。〃
John Quincy thanked him and went on his way。 He passed the post…office and was amazed to see that all the lock boxes opened on the street。 After a time； he reached the station。 A sergeant lounging behind the desk told him that Charlie Chan was at dinner。 He suggested the Alexander Young Hotel or possibly the All American Restaurant on King Street。
The hotel sounded easiest； so John Quincy went there first。 In the dim lobby a Chinese house boy wandered aimlessly about with broom and dust pan； a few guests were writing the inevitable post…cards； a Chinese clerk was on duty at the desk。 But there was no sign of Chan； either in the lobby or in the dining…room at the left。 As John Quincy turned from an inspection of the latter； the elevator door opened and a Britisher in mufti came hurriedly forth。 He was followed by a Cockney servant carrying luggage。
〃Captain Cope；〃 called John Quincy。
The captain paused。 〃Hello；〃 he said。 〃Oh … Mr。 Winterslip … how are you？〃 He turned to the servant。 〃Buy me an evening paper and an armful of the less offensive…looking magazines。〃 The man hurried off； and Cope again addressed John Quincy。 〃Delighted to see you； but I'm in a frightful rush。 Off to the Fanning Islands in twenty minutes。〃
〃When did you get in？〃 inquired John Quincy。 Not that he really cared。
〃Yesterday at noon；〃 said Captain Cope。 〃Been on the wing ever since。 I trust you are enjoying your stop here … but I was forgetting。 Fearful news about Dan Winterslip。〃
〃Yes；〃 said John Quincy coolly。 Judging by the conversation in that San Francisco club； the blow had not been a severe one for Captain Cope。 The servant returned。
〃Sorry to run；〃 continued the captain。 〃But I must be off。 The service is a stern taskmaster。 My regards to your aunt。 Best of luck； my boy。〃
He disappeared through the wide door； followed by his man。 John Quincy reached the street in time to see him rolling off in a big car toward the docks。
Noting the cable office near by； the boy entered and sent two messages； one to his mother and the other to Agatha Parker。 He addressed them to Boston； Mass。 U。S。A。； and was accorded a withering look by the young woman in charge as she crossed out the last three letters。 There were only two words in each message； but he returned to the street with the fortable feeling that his correspondence was now attended to for some time to e。
A few moments later he encountered the All American Restaurant and going inside； found himself the only American in the place。 Charlie Chan was seated alone at a table； and as John Quincy approached； he rose and bowed。
〃A very great honor；〃 said Chan。 〃Is it possible that I can prevail upon you to accept some of this terrible provision？〃
〃No； thanks；〃 answered John Quincy。 〃I'm to dine later at the house。 I'll sit down for a moment； if I may。〃
〃Quite overwhelmed；〃 bobbed Charlie。 He resumed his seat and scowled at something on the plate before him。 〃Waiter；〃 he said。 〃Be kind enough to summon the proprietor of this establishment。〃
The proprietor； a suave little Japanese man； came gliding。 He bowed from the waist。
〃Is it that you serve here insanitary food？〃 inquired Chan。
〃Please deign to state your plaint；〃 said the Jap。
〃This piece of pie is covered with finger…marks；〃 rebuked Chan。 〃The sight is most disgusting。 Kindly remove it and bring me a more hygienic sector。〃
The Japanese man picked up the offending pastry and carried it away。
〃Japanese；〃 remarked Chan； spreading his hands in an eloquent gesture。 〃Is it proper for me to infer that you e on business connected with the homicide？〃
John Quincy smiled。 〃I do；〃 he said。 He took the newspaper from his pocket； pointed out the date and the missing corner。 〃My aunt felt it might be important；〃 he explained。
〃The woman has a brain；〃 said Chan。 〃I will procure an unmutilated specimen of this issue and pare。 The import may be vast。〃
〃You know；〃 remarked John Quincy； 〃I'd like to work with you on this case； if you'll let me。〃
〃I have only delight；〃 Chan answered。 〃You arrive from Boston； a city most cultivated； where much more English words are put to employment than are accustomed here。 I thrill when you speak。 Greatest privilege for me； I would say。〃
〃Have you formed any theory about the crime？〃 John Quincy asked。
Chan shook his head。 〃Too early now。〃
〃You have no finger…prints to go on； you said。〃
Chan shrugged his shoulders。 〃Does not matter。 Finger…prints and other mechanics good in books； in real life not so much so。 My experience tell me to think deep about human people。 Human passions。 Back of murder what； always？ Hate； revenge； need to make silent the slain one。 Greed for money； maybe。 Study human people at all times。〃
〃Sounds reasonable；〃 admitted John Quincy。
〃Mostly so；〃 Chan averred。 〃Enumerate with me the clues we must consider。 A guest book devoid of one page。 A glove button。 A message on the cable。 Story of Egan； partly told。 Fragment of Corsican cigarette。 This newspaper ripped maybe in anger。 Watch on living wrist； numeral 2 undistinct。〃
〃Quite a little collection；〃 mented John Quincy。
〃Most interesting；〃 admitted Chan。 〃One by one； we explore。 Some cause us to arrive at nowhere。 One； maybe two； will not be so unkind。 I am believer in Scotland Yard method … follow only essential clue。 But it are not the method here。 I must follow all； entire。〃
〃The essential clue；〃 repeated John Quincy。
〃Sure。〃 Chan scowled at the waiter； for his more hygienic sector had not appeared。 〃Too early to say here。 But I have fondness for the guest book with page omitted。 Watch also claims my attention。 Odd enough； when we enumerate cl