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that shortly he will experience a feeling of acute disfavor in that seat of all wisdom, the stomach."
"Li Gung on the Maui?" repeated the girl. Her eyes were wide. "What can that mean?"
"A question," admitted Chan, "which causes the mind to itch. Not only is Li Gung on Maui, but he was warmly encouraged away from here by a friend of ours." He repeated the brief conversation he had overheard in the adjoining cabin.
Barry Kirk was the first to speak. "Colonel Beetham, eh?" he said. "Well, I'm not surprised."
"Nonsense," cried Miss Morrow warmly. "Surely he isn't involved? A fine man like that—"
"A fine man," Chan conceded, "and a hard one. Look in his eyes and behold; they are cold and gleaming, like the tiger's. Nothing stands in the way when such eyes are fixed on the goal of large success—stands there long—alive."
The girl did not seem to be convinced. "I won't believe it. But shouldn't we have taken Li Gung off the boat?"
Chan shrugged. "Too late. The opportunity wore rapid wings."
"Then we'll have him questioned in Honolulu," Miss Morrow said.
Chan shook his head. "Pardon me if I say, not that. Chinese character too well known to me. Questioning would yield no result—save one. It would serve to advise Colonel Beetham that we look on him with icy eye. I shudder at the thought—this Colonel clever man. Difficult enough to shadow if he does not suspect. Impossible if he leaps on guard."
"Then what do you suggest?" asked the girl.
"Let Li Gung, unknowing, be watched. If he seeks to proceed beyond Honolulu, rough hands will restrain him. Otherwise we permit him to lie, like winter overcoat in closet during heated term." Chan turned to Barry Kirk. "You are taking me back to hotel?"
"I am not," smiled Kirk. "No more hotel for you. If you're going to look into this little puzzle, the place for you is the Kirk Building, where the matter originated. Don't you say so, Miss Morrow?"
"That's awfully kind of you," said the girl.
"Not at all. It's painfully lonesome up where the fog begins without at least one guest. I'm all out of visitors at the moment—er— ah—I mean Mr. Chan will be doing me a real favor." He turned to Charlie. "You shall have Sir Frederic's room," he added.
Chan shrugged. "I can never repay such goodness. Why attempt it?"
"Let's go to my office, first of all," Miss Morrow said. "I want the district attorney to meet Mr. Chan. We must all be friends—at the start, anyhow."
"Anywhere you say," Kirk agreed, and headed the car up Market Street, to Kearny. He remained in the roadster, while the girl and Charlie went up to the district attorney's offices. When they entered that gentleman's private room, they found Captain Flannery already on the scene.
"Mr. Trant—I've good news for you," the girl began. "Oh—good morning, Captain."
Flannery's Irish eyes were not precisely smiling as they rested on Charlie Chan. "What's this, Sergeant?" he growled. "I thought you were off for Honolulu at twelve?"
Chan grinned. "You will be delighted to learn that my plans are changed. Miss Morrow has persuaded me to remain here and add my minute brain power to your famous capacity in same line."
"Is that so?" mumbled Flannery.
"Yes—isn't it splendid?" cried the girl. "Mr. Chan is going to help us." She turned to her chief. "You must give him a temporary appointment as a sort of guest detective connected with this office."
Trant smiled. "Wouldn't that be a bit irregular?" he asked.
"Impossible," said Flannery firmly.
"Not at all," persisted the girl. "It's a very difficult case, and we shall need all the help we can get. Sergeant Chan will not interfere with you, Captain—"
"I'll say he won't," Flannery replied warmly.
"He can act in a sort of advisory capacity. You're a big enough man to take advice, I know."
"When it's any good," the Captain added. The girl looked appealingly at Trant.
"You are on leave of absence from the Honolulu force, Sergeant?" inquired the district attorney.
"One which stretches out like an elastic," nodded Chan.
"Very well. Since Miss Morrow wishes it, I see no reason why you shouldn't lend her your no doubt very useful aid. Remembering, of course, that neither one of you is to interfere with Captain Flannery in any way."
"Better say that again," Flannery told him. He turned to Chan. "That means you're not to butt in and spoil things."
Chan shrugged. "It was the wise K'ung-fu-tsze who said, 'he who is out of office should not meddle with the government.' The labor is all yours. I will merely haunt the background, thinking tensely."
"That suits me," Flannery agreed. "I'll make all the inquiries." He turned to the district attorney. "I'm going to get after that Garland woman right away. The pearl she dropped under Sir Frederic's desk—I want to know all about it."
"Please don't think I'm interfering," Miss Morrow said sweetly. "But as regards the women involved in this case, I feel that perhaps I can get more out of them than you can. Being a woman myself, you know. Will you let me have Miss Garland, please?"
"I can't see it," said Flannery stubbornly.
"I can," remarked Trant, decisively. "Miss Morrow is a clever girl, Captain. Leave the women to her. You take the men."
"What men?" protested Flannery. "It's all women, in this affair."
"Thank you so much," smiled Miss Morrow, assuming his unproffered consent. "I will look up Miss Garland, then. There's another woman who must be questioned at once—a Miss Lila Barr. I shall have a talk with her at the first possible moment. Of course, I'll keep you advised of all I do."
Flannery threw up his hands. "All right—tell me about it—after it's over. I'm nobody."
"Quite incorrect," said Chan soothingly. "You are everybody. When the moment of triumph comes, who will snatch all credit? And rightly so. Captain Flannery, in charge of the case. Others will fade like fog in local sun."
The girl stood up. "We must go along. I'll be in to see you later, Captain. Come, Sergeant Chan—"
Chan rose. He seemed a bit uncomfortable. "The Captain must pardon me. I fear I afflict him like sore thumb. Natural, too. I would feel the same."
"That's all right," returned Flannery. "You're going to stick in the background, thinking tensely. You've promised. Think all you like—I can't stop that." His face brightened. "Think about that Cosmopolitan Club book. I'll turn the heavy thinking on that over to you. Me, I'll be busy elsewhere. One thing I insist on—you're not to question any of these people under suspicion."
Chan bowed. "I am disciple of famous philosopher, Captain," he remarked. "Old man in China who said, 'The fool questions others, the wise man questions himself.' We shall meet again. Good-by." He followed the girl out.
Flannery, his face brick red, turned to the district attorney. "Fine business," he cried. "The toughest case I ever had, and what sort of help do I draw? A doll-faced girl and a Chinaman! Bah—I—I—" He trailed off into profanity.
Trant was smiling. "Who knows?" he replied. "You may get more help from them than you expect."
"If I get any at all, I'll be surprised." Flannery stood up. "A woman and a Chinaman. Hell, I'll be the joke of the force."
The two whom Captain Flannery was disparaging found Barry Kirk waiting impatiently in his car. "An inner craving," he announced, "tells me it's lunch time. You're both lunching with me at the bungalow. Step lively, please."
Atop the Kirk Building, Paradise was ordered to lay two more places, and Kirk showed Chan to his room. He left the detective there to unpack, and returned to Miss Morrow.
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