The Complete Charlie Chan Series – All 6 Mystery Novels in One Edition. Earl Derr Biggers

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      Chapter XXIII. Moonlight at the Crossroads

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      They filed out, leaving Jennison with Greene and the stenographer. In the anteroom Chan approached John Quincy.

      "You go home decked in the shining garments of success," he said. "One thought are tantalizing me. At simultaneous moment you arrive at same conclusion we do. To reach there you must have leaped across considerable cavity."

      John Quincy laughed. "I'll say I did. It came to me to-night. First, some one mentioned a golf professional with big wrists who drove a long ball. I had a quick flash of Jennison on the links here, and his terrific drives. Big wrists, they told me, meant that a man was proficient in the water. Then some one else—a young woman—spoke of a champion swimmer who left a ship off Waikiki. That was the first time the idea of such a thing had occurred to me. I was pretty warm then, and I felt Bowker was the man who could verify my suspicion. When I rushed aboard the President Tyler to find him, I saw Jennison about to sail, and that confirmed my theory. I went after him."

      "A brave performance," commented Chan.

      "But as you can see, Charlie, I didn't have an iota of real evidence. Just guesswork. You were the one who furnished the proof."

      "Proof are essential in this business," Chan replied.

      "I'm tantalized too, Charlie. I remember you in the library. You were on the track long before I was. How come?"

      Chan grinned. "Seated at our ease in All American restaurant that first night, you will recall I spoke of Chinese people as sensitives, like camera film. A look, a laugh, a gesture, something go click. Bowker enters and hovering above, says with alcoholic accent; 'I'm my own mashter, ain't I?' In my mind, the click. He is not own master. I follow to dock, behold when Spaniard present envelope. But for days I am fogged. I can only learn Cabrera and Jennison are very close. Clues continue to burst in our countenance. The occasion remains suspensive. At the library I read of Jennison the fine swimmer. After that, the watch, and triumph."

      Miss Minerva moved on toward the door. "May I have great honor to accompany you to car?" asked Chan.

      Outside, John Quincy directed the chauffeur to return alone to Waikiki with the limousine. "You're riding out with me," he told his aunt. "I want to talk with you."

      She turned to Charlie Chan. "I congratulate you. You've got brains, and they count."

      He bowed low. "From you that compliment glows rosy red. At this moment of parting, my heart droops. My final wish—the snowy chilling days of winter and the scorching windless days of summer—may they all be the springtime for you."

      "You're very kind," she said softly.

      John Quincy took his hand. "It's been great fun knowing you, Charlie," he remarked.

      "You will go again to the mainland," Chan said. "The angry ocean rolling between us. Still I shall carry the memory of your friendship like a flower in my heart." John Quincy climbed into the car. "And the parting may not be eternal," Chan added cheerfully. "The joy of travel may yet be mine. I shall look forward to the day when I may call upon you in your home and shake a healthy hand."

      John Quincy started the car and slipping away, they left Charlie Chan standing like a great Buddha on the curb.

      "Poor Barbara," said Miss Minerva presently. "I dread to face her with this news. But then, it's not altogether news at that. She told me she'd been conscious of something wrong between her and Jennison ever since they landed. She didn't think he killed her father, but she believed he was involved in it somehow. She is planning to settle with Brade to-morrow and leave the next day, probably for ever. I've persuaded her to come to Boston for a long visit. You'll see her there."

      John Quincy shook his head. "No, I shan't. But thanks for reminding me. I must go to the cable office at once."

      When he emerged from the office and again entered the car, he was smiling happily.

      "In San Francisco," he explained, "Roger accused me of being a Puritan survival. He ran over a little list of adventures he said had never happened to me. Well, most of them have happened now, and I cabled to tell him so. I also said I'd take that job with him."

      Miss Minerva frowned. "Think it over carefully," she warned. "San Francisco isn't Boston. The cultural standard is, I fancy, much lower. You'll be lonely there—"

      "Oh, no, I shan't. Some one will be there with me. At least, I hope she will."

      "Agatha?"

      "No, not Agatha. The cultural standard was too low for her. She's broken our engagement."

      "Barbara, then?"

      "Not Barbara, either."

      "But I have sometimes thought—"

      "You thought Barbara sent Jennison СКАЧАТЬ