“Hello, Miss Morrow,” said the Captain. “This is a he—I mean, a terrible thing. Sir Frederic Bruce of Scotland Yard—we’re up against it now. If we don’t make good quick we’ll have the whole Yard on our necks.”
“I’m afraid we shall,” admitted Miss Morrow. “Captain Flannery—this is Mr. Kirk. And this—Detective-Sergeant Charlie Chan, of Honolulu.”
The Captain looked his fellow detective over slowly. “How are you, Sergeant? I’ve been reading about you in the paper. You got on this job mighty quick.”
Chan shrugged. “Not my job, thank you,” he replied. “All yours, and very welcome. I am here in society role, as guest of kind Mr. Kirk.”
“Is that so?” The Captain appeared relieved. “Now, Miss Morrow, what have you found out?”
“Very little. Mr. Kirk was giving a dinner up-stairs.” She ran over
