Biff looked from his father to Mr. Mahenili. Nothing was said for a moment. Then Mr. Brewster spoke.
“Any more questions, Biff?”
“No, sir. Can’t think of anything else, Dad. Not now.”
“Well, we have established the fact that Dr. Weber must have disappeared sometime on Monday,” Mr. Brewster said.
“That was the day he telephoned you, wasn’t it, Dad?” Biff asked.
“Yes. I talked to him late in the afternoon. Here, that would have been around noon, Hawaii time. I know he was calling from this hotel. So, we can pinpoint his disappearance from sometime between noon Monday, to early Monday night. The doctor always retired early.”
“Thank you very much for your cooperation, Mr. Pierson,” Mr. Mahenili said. With Biff and his father, he arose and left the manager’s office.
They walked out into the bright sunlight and across a broad patio, hedged in by flame-colored flowers. The beach of Waikiki was right in front of them. As they walked toward it to find Mrs. Brewster and the twins, the swarthy man with the camera who had been at the airport earlier, stepped from behind a palm tree and watched them go.
CHAPTER VI
The Letter
Hanale Mahenili had driven only a short distance from the Royal Poinciana when Monica, in the rear seat of the convertible, let out a howl.