“Why, the idea never occurred to us.”
“Good thinking, son,” Mr. Brewster said.
“And were the maids asked if his bed had been slept in the night before?”
Henry Mahenili gave a shrug of helplessness. “I’m afraid, young man, that you’re a far better detective than I am. No, the maids weren’t questioned.”
“Well, then, Dad—”
Thomas Brewster interrupted his son. “I’m right with you, Biff. Our first stop in Honolulu had better be the Royal Poinciana Hotel.”
“My car’s right outside. Your luggage should be off the plane by now,” Mr. Mahenili said. “The hotel’s on the beach—Waikiki Beach. I’m sure your family will enjoy seeing the most famous beach in the United States.”
“Gee, that’s great,” Biff said. “Ted and Monica will flip. And so will I. After all, we’re tourists.”
“All right, let’s go.”
Luggage and family were assembled and placed in Mr. Mahenili’s open convertible. The Brewsters were in for a thrilling ride.