A gentle knock sounded on the door, and Kamaikui entered. She placed a small object in Miss Minerva's hand.
Miss Minerva looked down. She saw a quaint old piece of jewelry, a brooch. Against a background of onyx stood the outline of a tree, with emeralds forming the leaves, rubies the fruit, and a frost of diamonds over all.
"What is this, Kamaikui?" she asked.
"Many, many years Mr. Dan have that. One month ago he gives it to a woman down the beach."
Miss Minerva's eyes narrowed. "To the woman they call the Widow of Waikiki?"
"To her, yes."
"How do you happen to have it, Kamaikui?"
"I pick it up from floor of lanai. Before policemen come."
"Very good." Miss Minerva nodded. "Say nothing of this, Kamaikui. I will attend to the matter."
"Yes. Of course." The woman went out.