Dan’s San Francisco house? “Oh,” said John Quincy, “the errand you mentioned?”
Roger nodded. “Yes.” He snapped on a light in the top of the limousine, and took an envelope from his pocket. “Read this letter. It was delivered to me two days ago by the Second Officer of the President Tyler.”
John Quincy removed a sheet of note paper from the envelope. The message appeared to be rather hastily scrawled. He read:
“Dear Roger,
“You can do me a great service—you and that discreet lad from Boston who is to stop over with you on his way out here. First of all, give John Quincy my regards and tell him that he must make my house his home while he is in the Islands. I’ll be delighted to have him.
“About the errand. You have a key to my house on Russian Hill. Go up there—better go at night when t
