“Only this, Mr. Brewster. The man Tokawto must have been hired to keep a close check on your and your son’s movements. I suspect he was in Honolulu yesterday. He must have learned something—something of value to someone.”
“Say, Dad, I wonder if that man could have been the one who—who—” Biff paused. He didn’t want to reveal to the police chief that he had gone into Dr. Weber’s rooms at the Royal Poinciana without authority. “You know, Dad. The man I had that little scrape with.”
“Could have been, son.”
The police chief looked at Biff with renewed interest. However, he didn’t press Biff for a fuller explanation.
“It is my belief, Mr. Brewster,” Chief Kapatka continued, “that when Tokawto went back to Maui, he thought his information was worth more than he was being paid. His attempts at getting more money were rewarded by a stab in the abdomen.”
“Some reward!” Biff interjected.
“But why the Island of Maui?” his father asked.
The police chief shrugged his shoulders.
Biff touched his father’s arm. “I have an idea on that, Dad,” he said.
“Let’s hear it, son.”