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      Chapter X. A Newspaper Ripped in Anger

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      When John Quincy got back to the living-room he found Miss Minerva pacing up and down with the light of battle in her eyes. He selected a large, comfortable-looking chair and sank into it.

      "Anything the matter?" he inquired. "You seem disturbed."

      "I've just been having a lot of pilikia," she announced.

      "What's that—another native drink?" he said with interest. "Could I have some too?"

      "Pilikia means trouble," she translated. "Several reporters have been here, and you'd hardly credit the questions they asked."

      "About Cousin Dan, eh?" John Quincy nodded. "I can imagine."

      "However, they got nothing out of me. I took good care of that."

      "Go easy," advised John Quincy. "A fellow back home who had a divorce case in his family was telling me that if you're not polite to the newspaper boys they just plain break your heart."

      "Don't worry," said Miss Minerva. "I was diplomatic, of course. I think I handled them rather well, under the circumstances. They were the first reporters I'd ever met—though I've had the pleasure of talking with gentlemen from the Transcript. What happened at the Reef and Palm Hotel?"

      John Quincy told her—in part.

      "Well, I shouldn't be surprised if Egan turned out to be guilty," she commented. "I've made a few inquiries about him this morning, and he doesn't appear to amount to much. A sort of glorified beach-comber."

      "Nonsense," objected John Quincy. "Egan's a gentleman. Just because he doesn't happen to have prospered is no reason for condemning him without a hearing."

      "He's had a hearing," snapped Miss Minerva. "And it seems he's been mixed up in something he's not precisely proud of. There, I've gone and ended a sentence with a preposition. Probably all this has upset me more than I realize."

      John Quincy smiled. "Cousin Dan," he reminded her, "was also mixed up in a few affairs he could hardly have looked back on with pride. No, Aunt Minerva, I feel Hallet is on the wrong trail there. It's just as Egan's daughter said—"

      She glanced at him quickly. "Oh—so Egan has a daughter?"

      "Yes, and a mighty attractive girl. It's a confounded shame to put this thing on her."

      "Humph," said Miss Minerva.

      John Quincy glanced at his watch. "Good lord—it's only ten o'clock!" A great calm had settled over the house, there was no sound save the soft lapping of waves on the beach outside. "What, in heaven's name, do you do out here?"

      "Oh, you'll become accustomed to it shortly," Miss Minerva answered. "At first, you just sit and think. After a time, you just sit."

      "Sounds fascinating," said John Quincy sarcastically.

      "That's the odd part of it," his aunt replied, "it is. One of the things you think about, at first, is going home. When you stop thinking, that naturally slips your mind."

      "We gathered that," John Quincy told her.

      "You'll meet a man on the beach," said Miss Minerva, "who stopped over between boats to have his laundry done. That was twenty years ago, and he's still here."

      "Probably they haven't finished his laundry," suggested John Quincy, yawning openly. "Ho, hum. I'm going up to my room to change, and after that I believe I'll write a few letters." He rose with an effort and went to the door. "How's Barbara?" he asked.

      Miss Minerva shook her head. "Dan was all the poor child had," she said. "She's taken it rather hard. You won't see her for some time, and when you do—the least said about all this, the better."

      "Why, naturally," agreed John Quincy, and went up-stairs.

      After he had bathed and put on his whitest, thinnest clothes, he explored the desk that stood near his bed and found it well supplied with note paper. Languidly laying out a sheet, he began to write.

      "Dear Agatha: Here I am in Honolulu and outside my window I can hear the lazy swish of waters lapping the famous beach of—"

      Lazy, indeed. John Quincy had a feeling for words. He stopped and stared at an agile little cloud flitting swiftly through the sky—got up from his chair to watch it disappear over Diamond Head. On his way back to the desk he had to pass the bed. What inviting beds they had out here! He lifted the mosquito netting and dropped down for a moment—

      Haku hammered on the door at one o'clock, and that was how John Quincy happened to be present at lunch. His aunt was already at the table when he staggered in.

      "Cheer up," she smiled. "You'll become acclimated soon. Of course, even then you'll want your nap just after lunch every day."

      "I will not," he answered, but there was no conviction in his tone.

      "Barbara asked me to tell you how sorry she is not to be with you. She's a sweet girl, John Quincy."

      "She's all of that. Give her my love, won't you?"

      "Your love?" His aunt looked at him. "Do you mean that? Barbara's only a second cousin—"

      He laughed. "Don't waste your time match-making, Aunt Minerva. Some one has already spoken for Barbara."

      "Really? Who?"

      "Jennison. He seems like a fine fellow, too."

      "Handsome, at any rate," Miss Minerva admitted. They ate in silence for a time. "The coroner and his friends were here this morning," said Miss Minerva presently.

      "That so?" replied John Quincy. "Any verdict?"

      "Not yet. I believe they're to settle on that later. By the way, I'm going down-town immediately after lunch to do some shopping for Barbara. Care to come along?"

      "No, thanks," John Quincy said. "I must go up-stairs and finish my letters."

      But when he left the luncheon table, he decided the letters could wait. He took a heavy volume with a South Sea title from Dan's library, and went out on to the lanai. Presently Miss Minerva appeared, smartly dressed in white linen.

      "I'll return as soon as I'm pau," she announced.

      "What is this pau?" John Quincy inquired.

      "Pau means finished—through."

      "Good

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