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After a time； he sought the smoking…room。 It was deserted； but on one of the tables lay a copy of the Boston Transcript。 Delighted； John Quincy pounced upon it； as Robinson Crusoe might have pounced on news from home。
The issue was ten days old； but no matter。 He turned at once to the financial pages。 There it was； like the face of a well…beloved friend； the record of one day's trading on the Stock Exchange。 And up in one corner； the advertisement of his own banking house； offering an issue of preferred stock in a Berkshire cotton mill。 He read eagerly； but with an odd detached feeling。 He was gone； gone from that world； away out here on a black ocean bound for picture…book islands。 Islands where； not so long ago； brown tribes had battled； brown kings ruled。 There seemed no link with that world back home； those gay…colored streamers of confetti breaking so readily had been a symbol。 He was adrift。 What sort of port would claim him in the end？
He threw the paper down。 The Reverend Mr。 Upton entered the smoking…room。
〃I left my newspaper here；〃 he explained。 〃Ah … did you care to look at it？〃
〃Thank you； I have；〃 John Quincy told him。
The old man picked it up in a great bony hand。 〃I always buy a Transcript when I get the chance；〃 he said。 〃It carries me back。 You know； I was born in Salem； over seventy years ago。〃
John Quincy stared at him。 〃You've been a long time out here？〃 he asked。
〃More than fifty years in the foreign field；〃 answered the old man。 〃I was one of the first to go to the South Seas。 One of the first to carry the torch down there … and a dim torch it was； I'm afraid。 Afterward I was transferred to China。〃 John Quincy regarded him with a new interest。 〃By the way； sir；〃 the missionary continued； 〃I once met another gentleman named Winterslip。 Mr。 Daniel Winterslip。〃
〃Really？〃 said John Quincy。 〃He's a cousin of mine。 I'm to visit him in Honolulu。〃
〃Yes？ I heard he had returned to Hawaii； and prospered。 I met him just once … in the 'eighties； it was； on a lonely island in the Gilbert group。 It was … rather a turning point in his life； and I have never forgotten。〃 John Quincy waited to hear more； but the old missionary moved away。 〃I'll go and enjoy my Transcript；〃 he smiled。 〃The church news is very petently handled。〃
John Quincy rose and went aimlessly outside。 A dreary scene； the swish of turbulent waters； dim figures aimless as himself； an occasional ship's officer hurrying by。 His stateroom opened directly on the deck and he sank into a steamer chair just outside the door。
In the distance he saw his room steward； weaving his way in and out of the cabins under his care。 The man was busy with his last duties for the night； refilling water carafes； laying out towels； putting things generally to rights。
〃Evening； sir；〃 he said as he entered John Quincy's room。 Presently he came and stood in the door； the cabin light at his back。 He was a small man with gold…rimmed eye…glasses and a fierce gray pompadour。
〃Everything O。K。； Mr。 Winterslip？〃 he inquired。
〃Yes； Bowker；〃 smiled John Quincy。 〃Everything's fine。〃
〃That's good；〃 said Bowker。 He switched off the cabin light and stepped out on to the deck。 〃I aim to take particular care of you； sir。 Saw your home town on the sailing list。 I'm an old Boston man myself。〃
〃Is that so？〃 said John Quincy cordially。 Evidently the Pacific was a Boston suburb。
〃Not born there； I don't mean；〃 the man went on。 〃But a newspaper man there for ten years。 It was just after I left the University。〃
John Quincy started through the dark。 〃Harvard？〃 he asked。
〃Dublin；〃 said the steward。 〃Yes； sir …〃 He laughed an embarrassed little laugh。 〃You might not think it now； but the University of Dublin； Class of 1901。 And after that； for ten years； working in Boston on the Gazette … reporting； copy desk； managing editor for a time。 Maybe I bumped into you there … at the Adams House bar； say； on a night before a football game。〃
〃Quite possible；〃 admitted John Quincy。 〃One bumped into so many people on such occasions。〃
〃Don't I know it？〃 Mr。 Bowker leaned on the rail； in reminiscent mood。 〃Great times； sir。 Those were the good old days when a newspaper man who wasn't tanked up was a reproach to a grand profession。 The Gazette was edited mostly from a place called the Arch Inn。 We'd bring our copy to the city editor there … he had a regular table … a bit sloppy on top； but his desk。 If we had a good story； maybe he'd stand us a cocktail。〃
John Quincy laughed。
〃Happy days；〃 continued the Dublin graduate； with a sigh。 〃I knew every bartender in Boston well enough to borrow money。 Were you ever in that place in the alley back of the Tremont Theater … ？〃
〃Tim's place；〃 suggested John Quincy； recalling an incident of college days。
〃Yeah； bo。 Now you're talking。 I wonder what became of Tim。 Say； and there was that place on Boylston … but they're all gone now； of course。 An old pal I met in 'Frisco was telling me it would break your heart to see the cobwebs on the mirrors back in Beantown。 Gone to the devil； just like my profession。 The newspapers go on consolidating； doubling up； bining the best features of both； and an army of good men go on the town。 Good men and true； moaning about the vanished days and maybe landing in jobs like this one of mine。〃 He was silent for a moment。 〃Well； sir； anything I can do for you … as a mutual friend of Tim's …〃
〃As a friend of Tim's；〃 smiled John Quincy； 〃I'll not hesitate to mention it。〃
Sadly Bowker went on down the deck。 John Quincy sat lonely again。 A couple passed； walking close； talking in low tones。 He recognized Jennison and his cousin。 〃Between us we ought to be able to keep this young woman entertained；〃 Jennison had said。 Well； John Quincy reflected； his portion of the entertainment promised to be small。
CHAPTER V
The Blood Of The Winterslips
THE DAYS that followed proved that he was right。 He seldom had a moment alone with Barbara。 When he did； Jennison seemed always to be hovering near by； and he did not long delay making the group a threesome。 At first John Quincy resented this； but gradually he began to feel that it didn't matter。
Nothing appeared to matter any more。 A great calm had settled over the waters and over John Quincy's soul。 The Pacific was one vast sheet of glass； growing a deeper blue with every passing hour。 They seemed to be floating in space in a world where nothing ever happened； nothing could happen。 Quiet restful days gave way to long brilliant nights。 A little walk； a little talk； and that was life。
Sometimes John Quincy chatted with Madame Maynard on the deck。 She who had known the Islands so many years had fascinating tales to tell； tales of the monarchy and the missionaries。 The boy liked her immensely； she was a New Englander at heart despite her glamourous lifetime in Hawaii。
Bowker； too； he found excellent pany。 The steward was that rarity even among college graduates； an educated man； there was no topic upon which he could not discourse at length and brilliantly。 In John Quincy's steamer trunk were a number of huge imposing volumes … books he had been meaning to tackle long ago； but it was Bowker who read them； not John Quincy。
As the days slipped by； the blue of the water deepened to ultramarine； the air grew heavier and warmer。 Underfoot throbbed the engines that were doing their best for Barbara and an early landing。 The captain was optimistic； he predicted they would make port late Monday afternoon。 But Sunday night a fierce sudden storm swept down upon them； and lashed the ship with a wet fury until dawn。 When the captain appeared at luncheon Monday noon； worn by a night on the bridge； he shook his head。
〃We've lost our bet； Miss Barbara；〃 he said。 〃I can't possibly arrive off Honolulu before midnight。〃
Barbara frowned。 〃But ships sail at any hour；〃 she reminded him。 〃I don't see why … if we sent radios ahead …〃
〃No use；〃 he told her。 〃The Quarantine people keep early hours。 No； I'll have to lay by near the channel entrance until official sunrise … about six。 We'll get in ahead of the Matsonia in the morning。 That's the best I can offer you。〃
〃You're a dear； anyhow；〃 Barbara smiled。 〃That old storm wasn't your fault。 We'll drown our sorrow to…night with one last glorious dance … a costume party。〃 She turned to Jennison。 〃I've got the loveliest fancy dress … Marie Antoinette … I wore it at college。 What do you say； Harry？〃
〃Fine！〃 Jennison answered。 〃We can all dig up some sort of costume。 Let's go。〃
Barbara hurtled off to spread the news。 After dinner that evening she appeared； a blonde vision straight from the French Court； avid for dancing。 Jennison had rigged up an impromptu pirate dress； and was a striking figure。 Most of the other passengers had donned weird outfits； on the Pacific boats a fancy dress party is warmly weled and amusingly carried out。
John Quincy took small part in the gaiety； for he still suffered from New England inhibitions。 At a little past eleven he drifted into the main saloon and found Madame Maynard seated there alone。
〃Hello；〃 she said。 〃e to keep me pany。 I've sworn not to go to bed until I see the light on Diamond Head。〃
〃I'm with you；〃 John Quincy smiled。
〃But you