14. THE PAVILION WINDOW
Charlie went to the street, got into his flivver, and in another moment was traveling rapidly toward Waikiki. It was good to feel the faithful little car shuddering under him again; so often in the past it had carried him along on the trail of innumerable clues. Many of these clues had led him, as he put it, “into presence of immovable stone wall.” Thereupon he had swung the car about, seeking a new road. And the road that ended in victory had, in most cases, stretched before him at last.
As he sped through the brilliant morning, he thought of Huntley Van Horn. He pictured the cinema actor on the night before, walking across the lawn at the very moment when the black camel must have been kneeling at Shelah Fane’s gate. No one was with the actor, no one saw him; he
