Boston was blurred in his memory。 The blood of the roaming Winterslips； the blood that led on to blackbirding and hot breathless kisses in the tropic night … was it flowing in his veins too？ Oh； lord … he should have stayed at home where he belonged。
Bowker； the steward； came along。 〃Well； here we are；〃 he said。 〃We'll anchor in twelve fathoms and wait for the pilot and the doctor in the morning。 I heard they'd been having Kona weather out this way； but I imagine this is the tail end of it。 There'll be a moon shortly； and by dawn the old trades will be on the job again； God bless them。〃
John Quincy did not speak。 〃I've returned all your books； sir；〃 the steward went on； 〃except that one by Adams on Revolutionary New England。 It's a mighty interesting work。 I intend to finish it to…night； so I can give it to you before you go ashore。〃
〃Oh； that's all right；〃 John Quincy said。 He pointed to dim harbor lights in the distance。 〃Honolulu's over there； I take it。〃
〃Yeah … several miles away。 A dead town； sir。 They roll up the sidewalks at nine。 And let me give you a tip。 Keep away from the okolehau。〃
〃The what？〃 asked John Quincy。
〃The okolehau。 A drink they sell out here。〃
〃What's it made of？〃
〃There；〃 said Bowker； 〃you have the plot for a big mystery story。 What is it made of？ Judging by the smell； of nothing very lovely。 A few gulps； and you hit the ceiling of eternity。 But oh； boy … when you drop！ Keep off it； sir。 I'm speaking as one who knows。〃
〃I'll keep off it；〃 John Quincy promised。
Bowker disappeared。 John Quincy remained by the rail； that restless feeling growing momentarily。 The moon was hidden still； the ship crept along through the muggy darkness。 He peered across the black waters toward the strange land that awaited him。
Somewhere over there； Dan Winterslip waited for him too。 Dan Winterslip； blood relative of the Boston Winterslips； and ex…blackbirder。 For the first time； the boy wished he had struck first in that dark attic in San Francisco； wished he had got that strong box and cast it overboard in the night。 Who could say what new scandal； what fresh blot on the honored name of Winterslip； might have been averted had he been quicker with his fists？
As John Quincy turned and entered his cabin； he made a firm resolution。 He would linger but briefly at this； his journey's end。 A few days to get his breath； perhaps； and then he would set out again for Boston。 And Aunt Minerva would go with him； whether she wanted to or not。
CHAPTER VI
Beyond The Bamboo Curtain
HAD JOHN QUINCY been able to see his Aunt Minerva at that moment； he would not have been so sure that he could persuade her to fall in with his plans。 He would； indeed； have been profoundly shocked at the picture presented by his supposedly staid and dignified relative。
For Miss Minerva was sitting on a grass mat in a fragrant garden in the Hawaiian quarter of Honolulu。 Pale golden Chinese lanterns； inscribed with scarlet letters； hung above her head。 Her neck was garlanded with ropes of buff ginger blossoms twined with maile。 The sleepy； sensuous music of ukulele and steel guitar rose on the midnight air and before her； in a cleared space under the date palms； Hawaiian boys and girls were performing a dance she would not be able to describe in great detail when she got back to Beacon Street。
Miss Minerva was； in her quiet way； very happy。 One of the ambitions of her life had been realized； and she was present at a luau； or native Hawaiian feast。 Few white people are privileged to attend this intimate ceremony； but Honolulu friends had been invited on this occasion； and had asked her to go with them。 At first she had thought she must refuse； for Dan was expecting Barbara and John Quincy on Monday afternoon。 When on Monday evening he had informed her that the President Tyler would not land its passengers until the next day； she had hastened to the telephone and asked to reconsider her refusal。
And she was glad she had。 Before her； on another mat； lay the remnants of a dinner unique in her experience。 Dan had called her a good sport； and she had this evening proved him to be correct。 Without a qualm she had faced the queer food wrapped in brown bundles； she had tasted everything； poi served in individual calabashes； chicken stewed in cocoanut milk； squid and shrimps； limu； or sea…weed； even raw fish。 She would dream tonight！
Now the feasting had given way to the dance。 The moonlight was tracing lacy patterns on the lawn； the plaintive wail of the music rose ever louder； the Hawaiian young people； bashful at first in the presence of strangers； were bashful no longer。 Miss Minerva closed her eyes and leaned back against the trunk of a tall palm。 Even in Hawaiian love songs there is a note of hopeless melancholy； it touched her emotions as no symphony ever could。 A curtain was lifted and she was looking into the past； the primitive； barbaric past of these Islands in the days before the white men came。
A long； heart…breaking crescendo； and the music stopped； the swaying bodies of the dancers were momentarily still。 It seemed to Miss Minerva's friends an opportune moment to depart。 They entered the house and in the stuffy little parlor； took leave of their brown； smiling host and hostess。 The baby whose arrival in the world was the inspiration for the luau awoke for a second and smiled at them too。 Outside in the narrow street their car was waiting。
Through silent； deserted Honolulu they motored toward Waikiki。 As they passed the Judiciary Building on King Street； the clock in the tower struck the hour of one。 She had not been out so late； Miss Minerva reflected； since that night when a visiting pany sang Parsifal at the Boston Opera House。
The iron gates that guarded the drive at Dan's house were closed。 Leaving the car at the curb； Miss Minerva bade her friends good night and started up the walk toward the front door。 The evening had thrilled her； and she moved with the long confident stride of youth。 Dan's scarlet garden was shrouded in darkness； for the moon； which had been playing an in…and…out game with the fast…moving clouds all evening； was again obscured。 Exotic odors assailed her nostrils； she heard all about her the soft intriguing noises of the tropic night。 She really should get to bed； she knew； but with a happy truant feeling she turned from the front walk and went to the side of the house for a last look at the breakers。
She stood there under a poinciana tree near the door leading into Dan's living…room。 For nearly two weeks the Kona wind had prevailed； but now on her cheek； she thought she felt the first kindly breath of the trades。 Very wide awake； she stared out at the dim foaming lines of surf between the shore and the coral reef。 Her mind strayed back to the Honolulu she had known in Kalakaua's day； to that era when the Islands were so naive； so colorful … unspoiled。 Ruined now； Dan had said； ruined by a damned mechanical civilization。 〃But away down underneath； Minerva； there are deep dark waters flowing still。〃
The moon came out； touching with silver the waters at the crossroads； then was lost again under fleecy clouds。 With a little sigh that was perhaps for her lost youth and the 'eighties； Miss Minerva pushed open the unlocked door leading into the great living…room； and closed it gently so as not to waken Dan。
An intense darkness engulfed her。 But she knew her way across the polished floor and set out confidently； walking on tiptoe。 She had gone half…way to the hall door when she stopped； her heart in her mouth。 For not five feet away she saw the luminous dial of a watch； and as she stared at it with frightened eyes； it moved。
Not for nothing had Miss Minerva studied restraint through more than fifty years。 Many women would have screamed and fainted。 Miss Minerva's heart pounded madly； but that was all。 Standing very still； she studied that phosphorescent dial。 Its movement had been slight； it was now at rest again。 A watch worn on some one's wrist。 Some one who had been on the point of action； but had now assumed an attitude of cautious waiting。
Well； Miss Minerva grimly asked herself； what was she going to do about it？ Should she cry out a sharp： 〃Who's there？〃 She was a brave woman； but the foolhardiness of such a course was apparent。 She had a vision of that dial flashing nearer； a blow； perhaps strong hands at her throat。
She took a tentative step； and then another。 Now； surely； the dial would stir again。 But it remained motionless； steady； as though the arm that wore it were rigid at the intruder's side。
Suddenly Miss Minerva realized the situation。 The wearer of the watch had forgotten the tell…tale numerals on his wrist； he thought himself hidden in the dark。 He was waiting for her to go on through the room。 If she made no sound； gave no sign of alarm； she might be safe。 Once beyond that bamboo curtain leading into the hall； she could rouse the household。
She was a woman of great will power； but it took all she had to move serenely on her way。 She shut her lips tightly and acplished it； veering a bit from that circle of light that menaced her； looking back at it over her shoulder as she went。 After what seemed an eternity the bamboo curtain received