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      "Impressive sight for one born in thatched hut by side of muddy river," he announced. "Rich men here live like emperors. Does it bring content?"

      "Charlie," said Eden, "I'm worried about this caretaker business. Suppose he reports our call to Madden. We're sunk."

      "Without bubble showing. But what did I say—we accept long chance and hope for happy luck."

      "Is it really necessary to see him?"

      "Important to see everybody knowing Madden. This caretaker may turn out useful find."

      "What shall we say to him?"

      "The thing that appears to be true. Madden in much trouble—blackmail. We are police on trail of crime."

      "Fine. And how can you prove that?"

      "Quick flash of Honolulu badge, which I have pinned to vest. All police badges much alike, unless person has suspicion to read close."

      "Well, you're the doctor, Charlie. I follow on."

      The taxi halted before the largest house on the street—or in the world, it seemed. Chan and Eden walked up the broad driveway to find a man engaged in training roses on a pergola. He was a scholarly-looking man even in his overalls, with keen eyes and a pleasant smile.

      "Mr. Fogg?" inquired Eden.

      "That's my name," the man said. Bob Eden offered Holley's card, and Fogg's smile broadened.

      "Glad to meet any friend of Holley's," he remarked. "Come over to the side veranda and sit down. What can I do for you?"

      "We're going to ask a few questions, Mr. Fogg," Eden began. "They may seem odd—you can answer them or not, as you prefer. In the first place, Mr. Madden was in Pasadena last Wednesday?"

      "Why yes—of course he was."

      "You saw him then?"

      "For a few minutes—yes. He drove up to the door in that Requa car he uses out here. That was about six o'clock. I talked with him for a while, but he didn't get out of the car."

      "What did he say?"

      "Just asked me if everything was all right, and added that he might be back shortly for a brief stay here—with his daughter."

      "With his daughter, eh?"

      "Yes."

      "Did you make any inquiries about the daughter?"

      "Why, yes—the usual polite hope that she was well. He said she was quite well, and anxious to get here."

      "Was Madden alone in the car?"

      "No. Thorn was with him—as always. And another man whom I had never seen before."

      "They didn't go into the house?"

      "No. I had the feeling Mr. Madden intended to, but changed his mind."

      Bob Eden looked at Charlie Chan, "Mr. Fogg—did you notice anything about Madden's manner? Was he just as always?"

      Fogg's brow wrinkled. "Well, I got to thinking about it after he left. He did act extremely nervous and sort of—er—harassed."

      "I'm going to tell you something, Mr. Fogg, and I rely entirely on your discretion. You know that if we weren't all right, Will Holley would not have sent us. Mr. Madden is nervous—he is harassed. We have every reason to believe that he is the victim of a gang of blackmailers. Mr. Chan—" Chan opened his coat for a brief second, and the celebrated California sun flashed on a silver badge.

      Peter Fogg nodded. "I'm not surprised," he said seriously. "But I'm sorry to hear it, just the same. I've always liked Madden. Not many people do—but he has certainly been a friend to me. As you may imagine, this work I'm doing here is hardly in my line. I was a lawyer back east. Then my health broke, and I had to come out here. It was a case of taking anything I could get. Yes sir, Madden has been kind to me, and I'll help you any way I can."

      "You say you're not surprised. Have you any reason for that statement?"

      "No particular reason—but a man as famous as Madden—and as rich—well, it seems to me inevitable."

      For the first time Charlie Chan spoke. "One more question, sir. Is it possible you have idea why Mr. Madden should fear a certain man. A man named—Jerry Delaney."

      Fogg looked at him quickly, but did not speak.

      "Jerry Delaney," repeated Bob Eden. "You've heard that name, Mr. Fogg?"

      "I can tell you this," answered Fogg. "The chief is rather friendly at times. Some years ago he had this house gone over and a complete set of burglar-alarms installed. I met him in the hall while the men were busy at the windows. 'I guess that'll give us plenty of notice if anybody tries to break in,' he said. 'I imagine a big man like you has plenty of enemies, Chief,' said I. He looked at me kind of funny. 'There's only one man in the world I'm afraid of, Fogg,' he answered. 'Just one.' I got sort of nervy. 'Who's that, Chief?' I asked. 'His name is Jerry Delaney,' he said. 'Remember that, if anything happens.' I told him I would. He was moving off. 'And why are you afraid of this Delaney, Chief?' I asked him. It was a cheeky thing to say, and he didn't answer at first."

      "But he did answer?" suggested Bob Eden.

      "Yes. He looked at me for a minute, and he said: 'Jerry Delaney follows one of the queer professions, Fogg. And he's too damn good at it.' Then he walked away into the library, and I knew better than to ask him anything more."

      Chapter XVIII. The Barstow Train

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      A few moments later they left Peter Fogg standing on the neatly manicured lawn beside P.J. Madden's empty palace. In silence they rode down the avenue, then turned toward the more lively business district.

      "Well, what did we get out of that?" Bob Eden wanted to know. "Not much, if you ask me."

      Chan shrugged. "Trifles, mostly. But trifles sometimes blossom big. Detective business consist of one unsignificant detail placed beside other of the same. Then with sudden dazzle, light begins to dawn."

      "Bring on your dazzle," said Eden. "We've learned that Madden visited his house here on Wednesday, but did not go inside. When questioned about his daughter, he replied that she was well and would be along soon. What else? A thing we knew before—that Madden was afraid of Delaney."

      "Also that Delaney followed queer profession."

      "What profession? Be more explicit."

      Chan frowned. "If only I could boast expert knowledge of mainland ways. How about you? Please do a little speculating."

      Eden shook his head. "Promised my father I'd never speculate. Just as well, too, for in this case I'd get nowhere. My brain—if you'll pardon the mention of one more insignificant detail—is numb. Too many puzzles make СКАЧАТЬ