Chan shook his head. "Even so, fates are in smiling mood. What we have now are plentiful."
"Sh!" warned Hallet.
"Mrs. Brade, a young man was just here inquiring for your husband." It was Carlota Egan's voice.
'Really?" The accent was unmistakably British.
'He wanted to know where he could find him. We couldn't say."
"No—of course not."
'Your husband has left town, Mrs. Brade?"
"Yes. I fancy he has."
"You know when he will return, perhaps?"
"I really couldn't say. Is the mail in ?"
"Not yet. We expect it about one."
"Thank you so much."
"Go to the door," Hallet directed John Quincy.
"She's gone to her room," announced the boy.
The three of them emerged from Egan's office.
"Oh, Captain," said the girl, "I'm afraid I wasn't very successful."
"That's all right," replied Hallet. "I didn't think you would be." The clerk was again at his post behind the desk. Hallet turned to him. "Look here," he said. "I understand some one was here a minute ago asking for Brade. It was Dick Kaohla, wasn't it?"
"Yes-s," answered the Jap.
"Had he been here before to see Brade?"
"Yes-s. Sunday night. Mr. Brade and him have long talk on the beach."
Hallet nodded grimly. "Come on, Charlie," he said. "We've got our work cut out for us. Wherever Brade is, we must find him."
John Quincy stepped forward. "Pardon me, Cap-
