Leaving the airport, Mr. Mahenili turned onto a dual thoroughfare called Ala Moana. They crossed the Ala Wai Canal nearing the famous Waikiki Beach section.
“On the right,” Mr. Mahenili pointed out, “is the Kapaiama Basin.”
Yachts of every color and description lay at anchor in the beautiful harbor. Some were moving out into the main harbor of Honolulu.
Everywhere the Brewster family looked, they saw flowers. One street would be lined with trees bearing white flowers. The next street would be one of red flowering trees, or yellow, or deep blue.
The car turned off Ala Moana onto Kalia Road. They saw the gleaming dome of the Hawaiian Village. To their right now, they could see the beautiful hotels standing like sentinels guarding the beach. Then Mr. Mahenili turned the car into the spacious Garden-of-Eden-like grounds of the Royal Poinciana Hotel. Mrs. Brewster and the twins walked down to the beach. Biff, his father, and their Hawaiian friend went into the hotel.
The manager of the Royal Poinciana received the two men and Biff in his office. Biff looked at his father.
“Go ahead, Biff. This was your idea.”
“Sir,” Biff said, addressing the manager, “I wonder if you could find out if Dr. Weber usually had his breakfast in his room since he’s been here?”
“Easily, young man. Won’t take a minute.” The manager picked up the telephone on his desk.
“And would you ask if he had breakfast there yesterday morning?”