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tting me talk to you like that。〃
〃It was fun；〃 she told him。 〃I hope you're going to like us out here。 We're so eager to be liked； you know。 It's almost pathetic。〃
〃Well；〃 smiled John Quincy； 〃I've met only one Californian to date。 But …〃
〃Yes？〃
〃So far； so good！〃
〃Oh； thank you。〃 She moved away。
〃Please … just a moment；〃 called John Quincy。 〃I hope … I mean； I wish …〃
But the crowd surged between them。 He saw her dark eyes smiling at him and then； irrevocably as the hat； she drifted from his sight。
CHAPTER III
Midnight On Russian Hill
A FEW MOMENTS later John Quincy stepped ashore in San Francisco。 He had taken not more than three steps across the floor of the Ferry Building when a dapper Japanese chauffeur pushed through the crowd and singling out the easterner with what seemed uncanny perspicacity； took plete charge of him。
Roger Winterslip； the chauffeur announced； was too busy to meet ferries； but had sent word that the boy was to go up to the house and after establishing himself fortably there； join his host for lunch down…town。 Gratified to feel solid ground once more beneath his feet； John Quincy followed the chauffeur to the street。 San Francisco glittered under the morning sun。
〃I always thought this was a foggy town；〃 John Quincy said。
The Japanese grinned。 〃Maybe fog will e； maybe it will not。 Just now one time maybe it will not。 Please。〃 He held open the car door。
Through bright streets where life appeared to flow with a pleasant rhythm； they bowled along。 Beside the curbs stood the colorful carts of the flower venders； unnecessarily painting the lily of existence。 Weary traveler though he was； John Quincy took in with every breath a fresh supply of energy。 New ambitions stirred within him； bigger； better bond issues than ever before seemed ridiculously easy of attainment。
Roger Winterslip had not been among those lured to suburban life down the peninsula； he resided in bachelor solitude on Nob Hill。 It was an ancient； battered house viewed from without； but within； John Quincy found； were all known forts。 A bent old Chinese man showed him his room and his heart leaped up when he beheld； at last； a veritable bath。
At one o'clock he sought out the office where his relative carried on； with conspicuous success； his business as an engineer and builder。 Roger proved a short florid man in his late fifties。
〃Hello； son；〃 he cried cordially。 〃How's Boston？〃
〃Every one is quite well；〃 said John Quincy。 〃You're being extremely kind …〃
〃Nonsense。 It's a pleasure to see you。 e along。〃
He took John Quincy to a famous club for lunch。 In the grill he pointed out several well…known writers。 The boy was not unduly impressed； for Longfellow； Whittier and Lowell were not among them。 Nevertheless it was a pleasant place； the service perfect； the food of an excellence rare on the codfish coast。
〃And what；〃 asked Roger presently； 〃do you think of San Francisco？〃
〃I like it；〃 John Quincy said simply。
〃No？ Do you really mean that？〃 Roger beamed。 〃Well； it's the sort of place that ought to appeal to a New Englander。 It's had a history； brief； but believe me； my boy； one crowded hour of glorious life。 It's sophisticated； knowing； subtle。 Contrast it with other cities … for instance； take Los Angeles …〃
He was off on a favorite topic and he talked well。
〃Writers；〃 he said at last； 〃are for ever paring cities to women。 San Francisco is the woman you don't tell the folks at home an awful lot about。 Not that she wasn't perfectly proper … I don't mean that … but her stockings were just a little thinner and her laugh a little gayer … people might misunderstand。 Besides； the memory is too precious to talk about。 Hello。〃
A tall； lean； handsome Englishman was crossing the grill on his way out。 〃Cope！ Cope； my dear fellow！〃 Roger sped after him and dragged him back。 〃I knew you at once；〃 he was saying； 〃though it must be more than forty years since I last saw you。〃
The Britisher dropped into a chair。 He smiled a wry smile。 〃My dear old chap；〃 he said。 〃Not so literal； if you don't mind。〃
〃Rot！〃 protested Roger。 〃What do years matter？ This is a young cousin of mine； John Quincy Winterslip； of Boston。 Ah … er … just what is your title now？〃
〃Captain。 I'm in the Admiralty。〃
〃Really？ Captain Arthur Temple Cope； John Quincy。〃 Roger turned to the Englishman。 〃You were a midshipman； I believe； when we met in Honolulu。 I was talking to Dan about you not a year ago …〃
An expression of intense dislike crossed the captain's face。 〃Ah； yes； Dan。 Alive and prospering； I presume？〃
〃Oh； yes；〃 answered Roger。
〃Isn't it damnable；〃 remarked Cope； 〃how the wicked thrive？〃
An unfortable silence fell。 John Quincy was familiar with the frankness of Englishmen； but he was none the less annoyed by this open display of hostility toward his prospective host。 After all； Dan's last name was Winterslip。
〃Ah … er … have a cigarette；〃 suggested Roger。
〃Thank you … have one of mine；〃 said Cope； taking out a silver case。 〃Virginia tobacco； though they are put up in Piccadilly。 No？ And you； sir …〃 He held the case before John Quincy； who refused a bit stiffly。
The captain nonchalantly lighted up。 〃I beg your pardon … what I said about your cousin；〃 he began。 〃But really； you know …〃
〃No matter；〃 said Roger cordially。 〃Tell me what you're doing here。〃
〃On my way to Hawaii；〃 explained the captain。 〃Sailing at three to…day on the Australian boat。 A bit of a job for the Admiralty。 From Honolulu I drop down to the Fanning Group … a little flock of islands that belongs to us；〃 he added with a fine paternal air。
〃A possible coaling station；〃 smiled Roger。
〃My dear fellow … the precise nature of my mission is； of course； a secret。〃 Captain Cope looked suddenly at John Quincy。 〃By the way； I once knew a very charming girl from Boston。 A relative of yours； no doubt。〃
〃A … a girl；〃 repeated John Quincy； puzzled。
〃Minerva Winterslip。〃
〃Why；〃 said John Quincy； amazed； 〃you mean my Aunt Minerva。〃
The captain smiled。 〃She was no one's aunt in those days；〃 he said。 〃Nothing auntish about her。 But that was in Honolulu in the 'eighties … we'd put in there on the old wooden Reliance … the poor unlucky ship was limping home crippled from Samoa。 Your aunt was visiting at that port … there were dances at the palace； swimming parties … ah； me； to be young again。〃
〃Minerva's in Honolulu now；〃 Roger told him。
〃No … really？〃
〃Yes。 She's stopping with Dan。〃
〃With Dan。〃 The captain was silent for a moment。 〃Her husband …〃
〃Minerva never married；〃 Roger explained。
〃Amazing；〃 said the captain。 He blew a ring of smoke toward the paneled ceiling。 〃The more shame to the men of Boston。 My time is hardly my own； but I shall hope to look in on her。〃 He rose。 〃This was a bit of luck … meeting you again； old chap。 I'm due aboard the boat very shortly … you understand； of course。〃 He bowed to them both； and departed。
〃Fine fellow；〃 Roger said； staring after him。 〃Frank and British； but a splendid chap。〃
〃I wasn't especially pleased；〃 John Quincy admitted； 〃by the way he spoke of Cousin Dan。〃
Roger laughed。 〃Better get used to it；〃 he advised。 〃Dan is not passionately beloved。 He's climbed high； you know； and he's trampled down a few on his way up。 By the way； he wants you to do an errand for him here in San Francisco。〃
〃Me！〃 cried John Quincy。 〃An errand？〃
〃Yes。 You ought to feel flattered。 Dan doesn't trust everybody。 However； it's something that must wait until dark。〃
〃Until dark；〃 repeated the puzzled young man from Boston。
〃Precisely。 In the meantime I propose to show you about town。〃
〃But … you're busy。 I couldn't think of taking you away …〃
Roger laid his hand on John Quincy's shoulder。 〃My boy； no westerner is ever too busy to show a man from the East about his city。 I've been looking forward to this chance for weeks。 And since you insist on sailing tomorrow at ten； we must make the most of our time。〃
Roger proved an adept at making the most of one's time in San Francisco。 After an exhilarating afternoon of motoring over the town and the surrounding country； he brought John Quincy back to the house at six； urging him to dress quickly for a dinner of which he apparently had great hopes。
The boy's trunk was in his room； and as he put on a dinner coat he looked forward with lively anticipation to a bit of San Francisco night life in Roger's pany。 When he came down…stairs his host was waiting； a distinguished figure in his dinner clothes； and they set out blithely through the gathering dusk。
〃Little place I want you to try；〃 Roger explained as they sat down at a table in a restaurant that was outwardly of no special note。 〃Afterward we'll look in on that musical show at the Columbia。〃
The restaurant more than justified Roger's hopes of it。 John Quincy began to glow with a warm friendly feeling for all the world； particularly this city by the western gate。 He did not think of himself as a stranger here。 He wasn't a stranger； anyhow。 The sensation he had first experienced in the harbor returned to him。 He had been here before； he was treading old familiar ground。 In far； forgotten； happy times he had known the life of this city's str