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John Quincy stood erect。 The girl had laughed at a Winterslip。 He filled his lungs with the air sweeping in from the open spaces； the broad open spaces where men are men。 A weird reckless feeling came over him。 He stooped； picked up the hat box； and tossed it calmly over the rail。 It bobbed indignantly away。 The crowd closed in； not wishing to miss any further exhibition of madness。
〃That's that；〃 said John Quincy quietly。
〃Oh；〃 gasped the girl； 〃you shouldn't have done it！〃
And indeed； he shouldn't。 The box was an expensive one； the gift of his admiring mother at Christmas。 And the topper inside； worn in the gloaming along the water side of Beacon Street； had been known to add a touch of distinction even to that distinguished scene。
〃Why not？〃 asked John Quincy。 〃The confounded thing's been a nuisance ever since I left home。 And besides we do look ridiculous at times； don't we？ We easterners？ A silk hat in the tropics！ I might have been mistaken for a missionary。〃 He began to gather up his luggage。 〃Shan't need a porter any more；〃 he announced gaily。 〃I say … it was awfully kind of you … letting me talk to you like that。〃
〃It was fun；〃 she told him。 〃I hope you're going to like us out here。 We're so eager to be liked； you know。 It's almost pathetic。〃
〃Well；〃 smiled John Quincy； 〃I've met only one Californian to date。 But …〃
〃Yes？〃
〃So far； so good！〃
〃Oh； thank you。〃 She moved away。
〃Please … just a moment；〃 called John Quincy。 〃I hope … I mean； I wish …〃
But the crowd surged between them。 He saw her dark eyes smiling at him and then； irrevocably as the hat； she drifted from his sight。
CHAPTER III
Midnight On Russian Hill
A FEW MOMENTS later John Quincy stepped ashore in San Francisco。 He had taken not more than three steps across the floor of the Ferry Building when a dapper Japanese chauffeur pushed through the crowd and singling out the easterner with what seemed uncanny perspicacity； took plete charge of him。
Roger Winterslip； the chauffeur announced； was too busy to meet ferries； but had sent word that the boy was to go up to the house and after establishing himself fortably there； join his host for lunch down…town。 Gratified to feel solid ground once more beneath his feet； John Quincy followed the chauffeur to the street。 San Francisco glittered under the morning sun。
〃I always thought this was a foggy town；〃 John Quincy said。
The Japanese grinned。 〃Maybe fog will e； maybe it will not。 Just now one time maybe it will not。 Please。〃 He held open the car door。
Through bright streets where life appeared to flow with a pleasant rhythm； they bowled along。 Beside the curbs stood the colorful carts of the flower venders； unnecessarily painting the lily of existence。 Weary traveler though he was； John Quincy took in with every breath a fresh supply of energy。 New ambitions stirred within him； bigger； better bond issues than ever before seemed ridiculously easy of attainment。
Roger Winterslip had not been among those lured to suburban life down the peninsula； he resided in bachelor solitude on Nob Hill。 It was an ancient； battered house viewed from without； but within； John Quincy found； were all known forts。 A bent old Chinese man showed him his room and his heart leaped up when he beheld； at last； a veritable bath。
At one o'clock he sought out the office where his relative carried on； with conspicuous success； his business as an engineer and builder。 Roger proved a short florid man in his late fifties。
〃Hello； son；〃 he cried cordially。 〃How's Boston？〃
〃Every one is quite well；〃 said John Quincy。 〃You're being extremely kind …〃
〃Nonsense。 It's a pleasure to see you。 e along。〃
He took John Quincy to a famous club for lunch。 In the grill he pointed out several well…known writers。 The boy was not unduly impressed； for Longfellow； Whittier and Lowell were not among them。 Nevertheless it was a pleasant place； the service perfect； the food of an excellence rare on the codfish coast。
〃And what；〃 asked Roger presently； 〃do you think of San Francisco？〃
〃I like it；〃 John Quincy said simply。
〃No？ Do you really mean that？〃 Roger beamed。 〃Well； it's the sort of place that ought to appeal to a New Englander。 It's had a history； brief； but believe me； my boy； one crowded hour of glorious life。 It's sophisticated； knowing； subtle。 Contrast it with other cities … for instance； take Los Angeles …〃
He was off on a favorite topic and he talked well。
〃Writers；〃 he said at last； 〃are for ever paring cities to women。 San Francisco is the woman you don't tell the folks at home an awful lot about。 Not that she wasn't perfectly proper … I don't mean that … but her stockings were just a little thinner and her laugh a little gayer … people might misunderstand。 Besides； the memory is too precious to talk about。 Hello。〃
A tall； lean； handsome Englishman was crossing the grill on his way out。 〃Cope！ Cope； my dear fellow！〃 Roger sped after him and dragged him back。 〃I knew you at once；〃 he was saying； 〃though it must be more than forty years since I last saw you。〃
The Britisher dropped into a chair。 He smiled a wry smile。 〃My dear old chap；〃 he said。 〃Not so literal； if you don't mind。〃
〃Rot！〃 protested Roger。 〃What do years matter？ This is a young cousin of mine； John Quincy Winterslip； of Boston。 Ah … er … just what is your title now？〃
〃Captain。 I'm in the Admiralty。〃
〃Really？ Captain Arthur Temple Cope； John Quincy。〃 Roger turned to the Englishman。 〃You were a midshipman； I believe； when we met in Honolulu。 I was talking to Dan about you not a year ago …〃
An expression of intense dislike crossed the captain's face。 〃Ah； yes； Dan。 Alive and prospering； I presume？〃
〃Oh； yes；〃 answered Roger。
〃Isn't it damnable；〃 remarked Cope； 〃how the wicked thrive？〃
An unfortable silence fell。 John Quincy was familiar with the frankness of Englishmen； but he was none the less annoyed by this open display of hostility toward his prospective host。 After all； Dan's last name was Winterslip。
〃Ah … er … have a cigarette；〃 suggested Roger。
〃Thank you … have one of mine；〃 said Cope； taking out a silver case。 〃Virginia tobacco； though they are put up in Piccadilly。 No？ And you； sir …〃 He held the case before John Quincy； who refused a bit stiffly。
The captain nonchalantly lighted up。 〃I beg your pardon … what I said about your cousin；〃 he began。 〃But really； you know …〃
〃No matter；〃 said Roger cordially。 〃Tell me what you're doing here。〃
〃On my way to Hawaii；〃 explained the captain。 〃Sailing at three to…day on the Australian boat。 A bit of a job for the Admiralty。 From Honolulu I drop down to the Fanning Group … a little flock of islands that belongs to us；〃 he added with a fine paternal air。
〃A possible coaling station；〃 smiled Roger。
〃My dear fellow … the precise nature of my mission is； of course； a secret。〃 Captain Cope looked suddenly at John Quincy。 〃By the way； I once knew a very charming girl from Boston。 A relative of yours； no doubt。〃
〃A … a girl；〃 repeated John Quincy； puzzled。
〃Minerva Winterslip。〃
〃Why；〃 said John Quincy； amazed； 〃you mean my Aunt Minerva。〃
The captain smiled。 〃She was no one's aunt in those days；〃 he