earlderrbiggers.thehousewithoutakey-第23部分
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orld … I been friendly； that's my only trouble。 I was homesick … oh； God； wasn't I homesick！ I was having a good time back there； and then I fell for Bill pton and came out here with him； and sometimes in the night I'd wake up and remember Broadway was five thousand miles away； and I'd cry so hard I'd wake him。 And that made him sore …〃
She paused。 John Quincy was impressed by the note of true nostalgia in her voice。 He was； suddenly； rather sorry for her。
〃Then Bill's plane crashed on Diamond Head；〃 she continued； 〃and I was all alone。 And these black sheep along the beach； they knew I was alone … and broke。 And I was homesick for Forty…second Street； for the old boardinghouse and the old gang and the Automat and the chewing…gum sign； and try…outs at New Haven。 So I gave a few parties just to forget； and people began to talk。〃
〃You might have gone back；〃 John Quincy suggested。
〃I know … why didn't I？ I been intending to； right along； but every day out here is just like any other day； and somehow you don't get round to picking one out … I been drifting … but honest to God if you keep me out of this I'll go home on the first boat。 I'll get me a job； and … and … If you'll only keep me out of it。 You got a chance now to wreck my life … it's all up to you … but I know you ain't going to …〃
She seized John Quincy's hand in both of hers； and gazed at him pleadingly through her tears。 It was the most unfortable moment of his life。 He looked wildly about the little room； so different from any in the house on Beacon Street。 He pulled his hand away。
〃I'll … I'll see；〃 he said； rising hastily。 〃I'll think it over。〃
〃But I can't sleep to…night if I don't know；〃 she told him。
〃I'll have to think it over；〃 he repeated。 He turned toward the table in time to see the woman's slim hand reach out and seize the bit of jewelry。 〃I'll take the brooch；〃 he added。
She looked up at him。 Suddenly John Quincy knew that she had been acting； that his emotions had been falsely played upon； and he felt again that hot rush of blood to the head； that quick surge of anger； he had experienced in Dan Winterslip's hall。 Aunt Minerva had predicted he couldn't handle a woman of this type。 Well； he'd show her … he'd show the world。 〃Give me that brooch；〃 he said coldly。
〃It's mine；〃 answered the woman stubbornly。
John Quincy wasted no words； he seized the woman's wrist。 She screamed。 A door opened behind them。
〃What's going on here？〃 inquired Mr。 Leatherbee。
〃Oh； I thought you'd left us；〃 said John Quincy。
〃Steve！ Don't let him have it；〃 cried the woman。 Steve moved militantly nearer； but there was a trace of caution in his attitude。
John Quincy laughed。 〃You stay where you are； Steve；〃 he advised。 〃Or I'll smash that sallow face of yours。〃 Strange talk for a Winterslip。 〃Your friend here is trying to hang on to an important bit of evidence in the murder up the beach； and with the utmost reluctance I am forced to use strong…arm methods。〃 The brooch dropped to the floor； he stooped and picked it up。 〃Well； I guess that's about all；〃 he added。 〃I'm sorry if you've been homesick； Mrs。 pton； but speaking as a Bostonian； I don't believe Broadway is as glamourous as you picture it。 Distance has lent enchantment。 Good night。〃
He let himself out； and found his way to Kalakaua Avenue。 He had settled one thing to his own satisfaction； Chan must know about the brooch； and at once。 Mrs。 pton's story might be true or not； it certainly needed further investigation by some responsible person。
John Quincy had approached the cottage by way of Kalia Road； he was planning to return to Dan's house along the better lighted avenue。 Having reached that broad expanse of asphalt； however； he realized that the Reef and Palm Hotel was near at hand。 There was his promise to Carlota Egan … he had said he would look in on her again to…day。 As for Chan； he could telephone him from the hotel。 He turned in the direction of the Reef and Palm。
Stumbling through the dark garden； he saw finally the gaunt old hulk of the hotel。 Lights of low candle power burned at infrequent intervals on the double…decked veranda。 In the huge lobby a few rather shabby…looking guests took their ease。 Behind the desk stood … nobody but the Japanese clerk。
John Quincy was directed to a telephone booth； and his keen Bostonian mind required Nipponese aid in mastering the dial system favored by the Honolulu telephone pany。 At length he got the police station。 Chan was out； but the answering voice promised that he would be told to get in touch with Mr。 Winterslip immediately on his return。
〃How much do I owe you？〃 inquired John Quincy of the clerk。
〃Not a penny；〃 said a voice； and he turned to find Carlota Egan at his elbow。 He smiled。 This was more like it。
〃But I say … you know … I've used your telephone …〃
〃It's free；〃 she said。 〃Too many things are free out here。 That's why we don't get rich。 It was so kind of you to e again。〃
〃Not at all；〃 he protested。 He looked about the room。 〃Your father …〃
She glanced at the clerk； and led the way out to the lanai at the side。 They went to the far end of it； where they could see the light on Diamond Head； and the silvery waters of the Pacific sweeping in to disappear at last beneath the old Reef and Palm。
〃I'm afraid poor dad's having a bad time of it；〃 she said； and her voice broke slightly。 〃I haven't been able to see him。 They're holding him down there … as a witness； I believe。 There was some talk of bail； but I didn't listen。 We haven't any money … at least； I didn't think we had。〃
〃You didn't think …〃 he began； puzzled。
She produced a small bit of paper； and put it in his hand。 〃I want to ask your advice。 I've been cleaning up dad's office； and just before you came I ran across that in his desk。〃
John Quincy stared down at the little pink slip she had given him。 By the light of one of the small lamps he saw that it was a check for five thousand dollars； made out to 〃Bearer〃 and signed by Dan Winterslip。 The date was that of the day before。
〃I say； that looks important； doesn't it？〃 John Quincy said。 He handed it back to her； and thought a moment。 〃By gad … it is important。 It seems to me it's pretty conclusive evidence of your father's innocence。 If he had that； his business with Cousin Dan must have e to a successful end； and it isn't likely he would … er … do away with the man who signed it and plicate the cashing of it。〃
The girl's eyes shone。 〃Just the way I reasoned。 But I don't know what to do with it。〃
〃Your father has engaged a lawyer； of course。〃
〃Yes； but a rather poor one。 The only kind we can afford。 Should I turn this over to him？〃
〃No … wait a minute。 Any chance of seeing your father soon？〃
〃Yes。 It's been arranged I'm to visit him in the morning。〃
John Quincy nodded。 〃Better talk with him before you do anything；〃 he advised。 He had a sudden recollection of Egan's face when he refused to explain his business with Dan Winterslip。 〃Take this check with you and ask your father what he wants done with it。 Point out to him that it's vital evidence in his favor。〃
〃Yes； I guess that's the best plan；〃 the girl agreed。 〃Will … will you sit down a moment？〃
〃Well。〃 John Quincy recalled Miss Minerva waiting impatiently for news。 〃Just a moment。 I want to know how you're getting on。 Any big arithmetical problems e up yet？〃
She shook her head。 〃Not yet。 It really isn't so bad； the work。 We haven't many guests； you know。 I could be quite happy … if it weren't for poor dad。〃 She sighed。 〃Ever since I can remember；〃 she added； 〃my happiness has had an if in it。〃
He led her on to speak about herself； there in the calm night by that romantic beach。 Through her talk flashed little pictures of her motherless childhood on this exotic shore； of a wearing fight against poverty and her father's bitter struggle to send her to school on the mainland； to give her what he considered her proper place in the world。 Here was a girl far different from any he had met on Beacon Street； and John Quincy found pleasure in her talk。
Finally he forced himself to leave。 As they walked along the balcony they encountered one of the guests； a meek little man with stooped shoulders。 Even at that late hour he wore a bathing suit。
〃Any luck； Mr。 Saladine？〃 the girl inquired。
〃Luck ith againth me；〃 he lisped； and passed hastily on。
Carlota Egan laughed softly。 〃Oh； I really shouldn't；〃 she repented at once。 〃The poor man。〃
〃What's his trouble？〃 asked John Quincy。
〃He's a tourist … a business man；〃 she said。 〃Des Moines； or some place like that。 And he's had the most appalling accident。 He's lost his teeth。〃
〃His teeth！〃 repeated John Quincy。
〃Yes。 Like so many things in this world； they were false。 He got into a battle with a roller out by the second raft； and they disappeared。 Since then he spends all his time out there； peering down into the water by day； and diving down and feeling about by night。 One of the tragic figures of history；〃 she added。
John Quincy laughed。
〃That's the most tragic part of it；〃 the girl continued。 〃He's the joke of the beach。 But he goes on hunting； so serious。 Of course； it is serious for him。〃
They passed through the public room to the front
