They entered the lobby by a side door. As they did so, a slim young Hawaiian boy was coming in through the big door at the front. Something in his manner caught the attention of John Quincy, and he stopped. At that instant a purple bathing suit slipped by him, and Mr. Saladine also approached the desk. Carlota Egan went on down the corridor toward room nineteen, but John Quincy remained in the lobby.
The Hawaiian boy moved rather diffidently toward the clerk. "Excuse me, please," he said. "I come to see Mr. Brade. Mr. Thomas Brade."
"Mr. Brade not here" replied the Jap.
"Then I will wait till he comes."
The clerk frowned. "No good. Mr. Brade not in Honolulu now."
"Not in Honolulu!" The Hawaiian seemed startled by the news.
"Mrs. Brade outside on the beach," continued the Jap.
"Oh, then Mr. Brade returns," said the boy with evident relief. "I call again."
He turned away, moving rapidly now. The clerk addressed Mr. Saladine, who was hovering near the cigar case. "Yes, sir, please?"
"Thigarettes," said the bereft Mr. Saladine.
The Jap evidently knew the brand desired, and handed over a box.
"Juth put it on my bill," said Saladine. He stood for a moment staring after the Hawaiian, who was disappearing through the front door. As he swung round his eyes encountered those of John Quincy. He looked quickly away and hurried out.
The two policemen and the girl entered from the corridor. "Well, Mr. Winterslip," said Hallet, "the bird has flown."
