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when he answered I could have it。〃
Bowker turned to John Quincy。 〃I don't know what you'll think of me。 I don't know what Tim would think。 I'm not a crook by nature。 But I was fed up and choking over that steward job。 I wanted a little newspaper of my own； and up to that minute I couldn't see myself getting it。 And you must remember that I didn't know then what was in the air … murder。 Later； when I did find out； I was scared to breathe。 I didn't know what they could do to me。〃 He turned to Greene。 〃That's all fixed；〃 he said。
〃I've promised you immunity；〃 the prosecutor answered。 〃I'll keep my word。 Go on … you agreed to accept the ten thousand？〃
〃I did。 I went to his office at twelve。 One of the conditions was that I could stay on the President Tyler until she got back to San Francisco； and after that I was never to show my face out this way again。 It suited me。 Mr。 Jennison introduced me to this Cabrera； who was to chaperon me the rest of that day。 I'll say he did。 When I went aboard the ship； he handed me a thousand dollars in an envelope。
〃When I came back this time； I was to spend the day with Cabrera and get the other nine grand when I sailed。 This morning when we tied up I saw the Spaniard on the dock； but by the time I'd landed he had disappeared。 I met this Willie Chan and we had a large day。 This fusel oil they sell out here loosened my tongue； but I'm not sorry。 Of course； the rosy dream has faded； and it's my flat feet on the deck from now to the end of time。 But the shore isn't so much any more； with all the bar…rooms under cover； and this sea life keeps a man out in the open air。 As I say； I'm not sorry I talked。 I can look any man in the eye again and tell him to go to …〃 He glanced at Miss Minerva。 〃Madam； I will not name the precise locality。〃
Greene stood。 〃Well； Jennison； there's my case。 I've tipped it all off to you； but I wanted you to see for yourself how air…tight it is。 There are two courses open to you … you can let this go to trial with a plea of not guilty。 A long humiliating ordeal for you。 Or you can confess here and now and throw yourself on the mercy of the court。 If you're the sensible man I think you are； that's what you'll do。〃
Jennison did not answer； did not even look at the prosecutor。 〃It was a very neat idea；〃 Greene went on。 〃I'll grant you that。 Only one thing puzzles me … did it e as the inspiration of the moment or did you plan it all out in advance？ You've been over to the mainland rather often of late … were you waiting your chance？ Anyhow； it came； didn't it … it came at last。 And for a swimmer like you； child's play。 You didn't need that ladder when you left the vessel … perhaps you went overboard while the President Tyler was still moving。 A quick silent dive； a little way under water in case any one was watching from the deck； and then a long but easy swim ashore。 And there you were； on the beach at Waikiki。 Not far away Dan Winterslip was asleep on his lanai； with not so much as a locked door between you。 Dan Winterslip； who stood between you and what you wanted。 A little struggle … a quick thrust of your knife。 e on； Jennison； don't be a fool。 It's the best way out for you now。 A full confession。〃
Jennison leaped to his feet； his eyes flashing。 〃I'll see you in hell first！〃 he cried。
〃Very well … if you feel that way about it …〃 Greene turned his back upon him and began a low…toned conversation with Hallet。 Jennison and Charlie Chan were together on one side of the desk。 Chan took out a pencil and accidentally dropped it on the floor。 He stooped to pick it up。
John Quincy saw that the butt of a pistol carried in Chan's hip pocket protruded from under his coat。 He saw Jennison spring forward and snatch the gun。 With a cry John Quincy moved nearer； but Greene seized his arm and held him。 Charlie Chan seemed unaccountably oblivious to what was going on。
Jennison put the muzzle of the pistol to his forehead and pulled the trigger。 A sharp click … and that was all。 The pistol fell from his hand。
〃That's it！〃 cried Greene triumphantly。 〃That's my confession； and not a word spoken。 I've witnesses； Jennison … they all saw you … you couldn't stand the disgrace a man in your position … you tried to kill yourself。 With an empty gun。〃 He went over and patted Chan on the shoulder。 〃A great idea； Charlie；〃 he said。 〃Chan thought of it；〃 he added to Jennison。 〃The Oriental mind； Harry。 Rather subtle； isn't it？〃
But Jennison had dropped back into his chair and buried his face in his hands。
〃I'm sorry；〃 said Greene gently。 〃But we've got you。 Maybe you'll talk now。〃
Jennison looked up slowly。 The defiance was gone from his face； it was lined and old。
〃Maybe I will；〃 he said hoarsely。
CHAPTER XXIII
Moonlight At The Crossroads
THEY filed out； leaving Jennison with Greene and the stenographer。 In the anteroom Chan approached John Quincy。
〃You go home decked in the shining garments of success；〃 he said。 〃One thought is tantalizing me。 At simultaneous moment you arrive at same conclusion we do。 To reach there you must have leaped across considerable cavity。〃
John Quincy laughed。 〃I'll say I did。 It came to me to…night。 First； some one mentioned a golf professional with big wrists who drove a long ball。 I had a quick flash of Jennison on the links here； and his terrific drives。 Big wrists； they told me； meant that a man was proficient in the water。 Then some one else … a young woman … spoke of a champion swimmer who left a ship off Waikiki。 That was the first time the idea of such a thing had occurred to me。 I was pretty warm then； and I felt Bowker was the man who could verify my suspicion。 When I rushed aboard the President Tyler to find him； I saw Jennison about to sail and that confirmed my theory。 I went after him。〃
〃A brave performance；〃 mented Chan。
〃But as you can see； Charlie； I didn't have an iota of real evidence。 Just guesswork。 You were the one who furnished the proof。〃
〃Proof are essential in this business；〃 Chan replied。
〃I'm tantalized too； Charlie。 I remember you in the library。 You were on the crack long before I was。 How e？〃
Chan grinned。 〃Seated at our ease in All American Restaurant that first night； you will recall I spoke of Chinese people as sensitive； like camera film。 A look； a laugh； a gesture； something go click。 Bowker enters and hovering above； says with alcoholic accent； 'I'm my own mashter； ain't I？' In my mind； the click。 He is not own master。 I follow to dock； behold when Spaniard present envelope。 But for days I am fogged。 I can only learn Cabrera and Jennison are very close。 Clues continue to burst in our countenance。 The occasion remains suspensive。 At the Library I read of Jennison the fine swimmer。 After that； the watch； and triumph。〃
Miss Minerva moved on toward the door。 〃May I have great honor to acpany you to car？〃 asked Chan。
Outside； John Quincy directed the chauffeur to return alone to Waikiki with the limousine。 〃You're riding out with me；〃 he told his aunt。 〃I want to talk with you。〃
She turned to Charlie Chan。 〃I congratulate you。 You've got brains； and they count。〃
He bowed low。 〃From you that pliment glows rosy red。 At this moment of parting； my heart droo