But would he return to the Chinese Chamber of Commerce? Well, not right away. He recalled what C.K. had said of things that had happened in old Frisco’s Chinatown, and a chill ran up his spine.
“Fellow’d think—”
No matter what he’d think. Here was Goggles.
“Look here, Johnny!” Goggles exclaimed. “I heard you found out about that airplane that was over the ball field yesterday.”
“Didn’t find out much—just that a pilot from over at the flying field took two men up.”
“Who were they?”
“Wish I knew. The pilot said they were from Hillcrest.”
“If they were it should be easy to find them. Not many new people in Hillcrest. Only about half a dozen stop at the hotel. Rest live in houses. I’ll get ’em. Give me time.” Goggles’ big eyes gleamed behind his thick glasses. “I’m an amateur detective, Johnny.”
“Done a little of that myself,” Johnny said with a grin. “Not in a small city, though. Guess I’ll leave that to you.”
“I’ll find ’em, Johnny.” Goggles was away.