earlderrbiggers.thehousewithoutakey-第22节
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tions are going to be dragged into the open at last。〃
She caught the note of satisfaction in his tone； and was nettled by it。 〃Perhaps。 At the same time； it isn't going to do any harm for some member of the family to have a talk with this woman before we consult the police。 If she should have a perfectly sincere and genuine explanation …〃
〃Oh； yes；〃 cut in John Quincy。 〃She wouldn't have any other kind。〃
〃It won't be so much what she says；〃 persisted Miss Minerva。 〃It will be the manner in which she says it。 Any intelligent person can see through deceit and falsehood。 The only question is； which of us is the intelligent person best fitted to examine her。〃
〃Count me out；〃 said Amos promptly。
〃John Quincy？〃
The boy considered。 He had asked for the privilege of working with Chan； and here； perhaps； was an opportunity to win his respect。 But this sounded rather like a woman who would be too much for him。
〃No； thanks；〃 he said。
〃Very good；〃 replied Miss Minerva； rising。 〃I'll go myself。〃
〃Oh； no；〃 cried John Quincy； shocked。
〃Why not？ If none of the men in the family are up to it。 As a matter of fact； I wele the opportunity …〃
Amos shook his head。 〃She'll twist you round her little finger；〃 he predicted。
Miss Minerva smiled grimly。 〃I should like to see her do it。 Will you wait here？〃
John Quincy went over and took the brooch from Amos's hand。 〃Sit down； Aunt Minerva；〃 he said。 〃I'll see this woman。 But I warn you that immediately afterward I shall send for Chan。〃
〃That；〃 his aunt told him； 〃will be decided at another conference。 I'm not so sure； John Quincy； that you are the proper person to go。 After all； what experience have you had with women of this type？〃
John Quincy was offended。 He was a man； and he felt that he could meet and outwit a woman of any type。 He said as much。
Amos described the woman's house as a small cottage several hundred yards down the beach； and directed the boy how to get there。 John Quincy set out。
Night had fallen over the Island when he reached Kalia Road； a bright silvery night； for the Kona weather was over and the moon traveled a cloudless sky。 The scent of plumaria and ginger stole out to him through hedges of flaming hibiscus； the trade winds； blowing across a thousand miles of warm water； still managed a cool touch on his cheek。 As he approached what he judged must be the neighborhood of the woman's house； a flock of Indian myna birds in a spreading algaroba screamed loudly； their harsh voices the only note of discord in that peaceful scene。
He had some difficulty locating the cottage； which was almost pletely hidden under masses of flowering alamander； its blossoms pale yellow in the moonlight。 Before the door； a dark fragrant spot under a heavily laden trellis； he paused uncertainly。 A rather delicate errand； this was。 But he summoned his courage and knocked。
Only the myna birds replied。 John Quincy stood there； growing momentarily more hostile to the Widow of Waikiki。 Some huge coarse creature； no doubt； a man's woman； a good fellow at a party … that kind。 Then the door opened and the boy got a shock。 For the figure outlined against the light was young and slender； and the face； dimly seen； suggested fragile loveliness。
〃Is this Mrs。 pton？〃 he inquired。
〃Yeah … I'm Mrs。 pton。 What do you want？〃 John Quincy was sorry she had spoken。 For she was； obviously； one of those beauties so prevalent nowadays； the sort whom speech betrays。 Her voice recalled the myna birds。
〃My name is John Quincy Winterslip。〃 He saw her start。 〃May I speak with you for a moment？〃
〃Sure you can。 e in。〃 She led the way along a low narrow passage into a tiny living…room。 A pasty…faced young man with stooped shoulders stood by a table； fondling a cocktail shaker。
〃Steve；〃 said the woman； 〃this is Mr。 Winterslip。 Mr。 Leatherbee。〃
Mr。 Leatherbee grunted。 〃Just in time for a little snifter；〃 he remarked。
〃No； thanks；〃 John Quincy said。 He saw Mrs。 pton take a smoking cigarette from an ash tray； start to convey it to her lips； then； evidently thinking better of it； crush it on the tray。
〃Well；〃 said Mr。 Leatherbee； 〃your poison's ready； Arlene。〃 He proffered a glass。
She shook her head； slightly annoyed。 〃No。〃
〃No？〃 Mr。 Leatherbee grinned。 〃The more for little Stevie。〃 He lifted a glass。 〃Here's looking at you； Mr。 Winterslip。〃
〃Say； I guess you're Dan's cousin from Boston；〃 Mrs。 pton remarked。 〃He was telling me about you。〃 She lowered her voice。 〃I've been meaning to get over to your place all day。 But it was such a shock … it knocked me flat。〃
〃I understand；〃 John Quincy replied。 He glanced at Mr。 Leatherbee； who seemed not to have heard of prohibition。 〃My business with you； Mrs。 pton； is private。〃
Leatherbee stiffened belligerently。 But the woman said： 〃That's all right。 Steve was just going。〃
Steve hesitated a moment； then went。 His hostess acpanied him。 John Quincy heard the low monotone of their voices in the distance。 There was a bined odor of gin and cheap perfume in the air； the boy wondered what his mother would say if she could see him now。 A door slammed； and the woman returned。
〃Well？〃 she said。 John Quincy perceived that her eyes were hard and knowing； like her voice。 He waited for her to sit down； then took a chair facing her。
〃You knew my Cousin Dan rather intimately；〃 he suggested。
〃I was engaged to him；〃 she answered。 John Quincy glanced at her left hand。 〃He hadn't e across … I mean； he hadn't given me a ring； but it was … you know … understood between us。〃
〃Then his death is a good deal of a blow to you？〃
She managed a baby stare； full of pathos。 〃I'll say it is。 Mr。 Winterslip was kind to me … he believed in me and trusted me。 A lone woman way out here don't get any too much char … kindness。〃
〃When did you see Mr。 Winterslip last？〃
〃Three or four days ago … last Friday evening； I guess it was。〃
John Quincy frowned。 〃Wasn't that rather a long stretch？〃
She nodded。 〃I'll tell you the truth。 We had a little … misunderstanding。 Just a lover's quarrel； you know。 Dan sort of objected to Steve hanging around。 Not that he'd any reason to … Steve's nothing to me … just a weak kid I used to know when I was trouping。 I was on the stage … maybe you heard that。〃
〃Yes；〃 said John Quincy。 〃You hadn't seen Mr。 Winterslip since last Friday。 You didn't go to his house last evening？〃
〃I should say not。 I got my reputation to think of … you've no idea how people talk in a place like this …〃
John Quincy laid the brooch down upon the table。 It sparkled in the lamplight … a reading lamp； though the atmosphere was not in the least literary。 The baby stare was startled now。 〃You recognize that； don't you？〃 he asked。
〃Why … yes … it's … I …〃
〃Just stick to the truth；〃 said John Quincy； not unkindly。 〃It's an old piece of jewelry that Mr。 Winterslip gave you； I believe。〃
〃Well …〃
〃You've been seen wearing it； you know。〃
〃Yes； he did give it to me；〃 she admitted。 〃The only present I ever got from him。 I guess from the look of it Mrs。 Noah wore it on the Ark。 Kinda pretty； though。〃
〃You didn't visit Mr。 Winterslip last night；〃 persisted John Quincy。 〃Yet； strangely enough； this brooch was found on the floor not far from his dead body。〃
She drew in her breath sharply。 〃Say … what are you？ A cop？〃 she asked。
〃Hardly；〃 John Quincy smiled。 〃I am here simply to save you； if possible； from the hands of the … er … the cops。 If you have any real explanation of this matter； it may not be necessary to call it to the attention of the police。〃
〃Oh！〃 She smiled。 〃Say； that's decent of you。 Now I will tell you the truth。 That about not seeing Dan Winterslip since Friday was bunk。 I saw him last night。〃
〃Ah … you did？ Where？〃
〃Right here。 Mr。 Winterslip gave me that thing about a month ago。 Two weeks ago he came to me in a sort of excited way and said he must have it back。 It was the only thing he ever give me and I liked it and those emeralds are valuable … so … well； I stalled a while。 I said I was having a new clasp put on it。 He kept asking for it； and last night he showed up here and said he just had to have it。 Said he'd buy me anything in the stores in place of it。 I must say he was pretty het up。 So I finally turned it over to him and he took it and went away。〃
〃What time was that？〃
〃About nine…thirty。 He was happy and pleasant and he said I could go to a jewelry store this morning and take my pick of the stock。〃 She looked pleadingly at John Quincy。 〃That's the last I ever saw of him。 It's the truth； so help me。〃
〃I wonder；〃 mused John Quincy。
She moved nearer。 〃Say； you're a nice kid；〃 she said。 〃The kind I used to meet in Boston when we played there。 The kind that's got some consideration for a woman。 You ain't going to drag me into this。 Think what it would mean … to me。〃
John Quincy did not speak。 He saw there were tears in her eyes。 〃You've probably heard things about me；〃 she went on； 〃but they ain't true。 You don't know what I been up against out here。 An unprotected woman don't have much chance anywhere； but on this beach； where men e drifting in from all over the world … I been friendly； that's my only trouble。 I was homesick … oh； God； wasn't I homesick！ I was h
