“Captain Thusby’s son. The one who ate peanuts in his hat.” It was Vinnie Thusby. It looked as if he were talking to Chang. Surely the queer Mr. Smithery wasn’t giving Con away again. He couldn’t. There was nothing harmful to say.
Con turned then. “Where?”
But the gangly police officer had vanished, his companion with him. “He was there, right over there, by that hamburger stand.”
“I don’t see him.” He replaced the leis in the open basket, took her arm. His question was unexpected, “Want to ride or walk back to the hotel?”
She looked searchingly at him but his face was without expression. “Walk.” It wasn’t far and the path followed the water. “Why do you suppose he’d be here?”
“Everyone comes here. Just like going to the circus.” He was moving in great strides; she had to skip to keep
