this was my case I would think about book, Captain Flannery. I would arouse in the night to think about it. Good-by, and all good wishes already mentioned.â
He made a deep bow, and went through the reception room into the hall. Kirk and the girl followed swiftly. The latter put her hand on Chanâs arm.
âSergeantâyou mustnât,â she cried despairingly. âYou canât desert me now. I need you.â
âYou rip my heart to fragments,â he replied. âHowever, plans are set.â
âBut poor Captain Flanneryâall this is far beyond him. You know more about the case than he does. Stay, and Iâll see that youâre given every facilityââ
âThatâs what I say,â put in Barry Kirk. âSurely you canât go now. Good lord, man, have you no curiosity?â
âThe bluest hills are those farthest away,â Chan said. âBluest of all is Punchbowl Hill, where my little family is gathered, waiting for meââ
âBut I was depending on you,â pleaded the girl. âI must succeedâI simply must. If you would stayââ
Chan drew away from her. âI am so sorry. Postman on his holiday, they tell me, takes long walk. I have taken same, and I am weary. So very sorryâbut I return to Honolulu tomorrow.â The elevator door was open. Chan bowed low. âThe happiest pleasure to know you both. May we meet again. Good-by.â
Like a grim, relentless Buddha he disappeared below. Kirk and the girl reentered the office, Captain Flannery was eagerly on the hunt.
Chan walked briskly through the fog to the Stewart Hotel. At the desk the clerk handed him a cable, which he read with beaming face. He was still smiling when, in his room, the telephone rang. It was Kirk.
âLook here,â Kirk said. âWe made the most astonishing discovery in the office after you left.â
âPleased to hear it,â Chan replied.
âUnder the deskâa pearl from Gloria Garlandâs necklace!â
âOpening up,â said Chan, âa new field of wonderment. Hearty congratulations.â
âBut see here,â Kirk cried, âarenât you interested? Wonât you stay and help us get at the bottom of this?â
Again that stubborn look in Charlieâs eyes. âNot possible. Only a few minutes back I have a cable that calls me home with unbearable force. Nothing holds me on the mainland now.â
âA cable? From whom?â
âFrom my wife. Glorious news. We are now in receipt of our eleventh childâa boy.â
Chapter 5
THE VOICE IN THE NEXT ROOM
Charlie Chan rose at eight the next morning, and as he scraped the stubble of black beard from his cheeks, he grinned happily at his reflection in the glass. He was thinking of the small, helpless boy-child who no doubt at this moment lay in the battered old crib on Punchbowl Hill. In a few days, the detective promised himself, he would stand beside that crib, and the latest Chan would look up to see, at last, his fatherâs welcoming smile.
He watched a beetle-browed porter wheel his inexpensive little trunk off on the first leg of its journey to the Matson docks, and then neatly placed his toilet articles in his suitcase. With jaunty steps he went down to breakfast.
The first page of the morning paper carried the tragic tale of Sir Fredericâs passing, and for a moment Chanâs eyes narrowed. A complicated mystery, to be sure. Interesting to go to the bottom of itâbut that was the difficult task of others. Had it been his duty, he would have approached it gallantly, but, from his point of view, the thing did not concern him. Homeâthat alone concerned him now.
He laid the paper down, and his thoughts flew back to the little boy in Honolulu. An American citizen, a future boy scout under the American flag, he should have an American name. Chan hadfelt himself greatly attracted to his genial host of the
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