11. THE TREE OF JEWELS
Two hours later, John Quincy rose from the table where he and his aunt had dined together.
“Just to show you how quick I am to learn a new language,” he remarked, “I’m quite pau. Now I’m going makai to sit on the lanai, there to forget the pilikia of the day.”
Miss Minerva smiled and rose too. “I expect Amos shortly,” she said as they crossed the hall. “A family conference seemed advisable, so I’ve asked him to come over.”
“Strange you had to send for him,” said John Quincy, lighting a cigarette.
“Not at all,” she answered. She explained about the long feud between the brothers.
“Didn’t think old Amos had that much fire in him,” commented John Quincy, as they found chairs on the lanai. “A rather anemic specimen, judging by the look I had at him this morning. Bu
