"All right. I'm coming to the important thing. Understand? The truth—that's what I want! Where did you get this watch?"
Chan and John Quincy leaned forward eagerly. "I buy him," said the Jap.
"You bought him? Where?"
"At jewel store of Chinese Lau Ho on Maunakea Street."
Hallet turned to Chan. "Know the place, Charlie?"
Chan nodded. "Yes, indeed."
"Open now?"
"Open until hour of ten, maybe more."
"Good," said Hallet. "Come along, Okuda. You can drive us there."
Lau Ho, a little wizened Chinaman, sat back of his work bench with a microscope screwed into one dim old eye. The four men who entered his tiny store filled it to overflowing, but he gave them barely a glance.