"Talked with him this morning. They're doing their best to find Brade."
"Humph," sniffed Miss Minerva. "Their best is none too good. I'd like to have a few Boston detectives on this case."
"Oh, give them time," yawned John Quincy.
"They've had three days," she snapped. "Time enough. Brade never left this island of Oahu, that's certain. And when you consider that you can drive across it in a motor in two hours, and around it in about six, Mr. Hallet's brilliance does not impress. I'll have to end by solving this thing myself."
John Quincy laughed. "Yes, maybe you will."
"Well, I've given them the two best clues they have. If they'd keep their eyes open the way I do—"
"Charlie's eyes are open," protested John Quincy.
"Think so? They look pretty sleepy to me."
Barbara appeared on the lanai, dressed for a drive. Her eyes were somewhat happier; a bit of color had come back to her cheeks. "What are you reading, John Quincy?" she asked.
He held up the book. "The City by the Golden Gate," he told her.