and who officiated at the homicide—these are simple little matters remaining to be cleared.”
“And what have we to go on?” Eden asked helplessly.
“A parrot’s cry at night. The rude removal of that unhappy bird. A bullet hole hiding back of picture recently changed about. An aged pistol gone from dusty wall. All the more honor for us if we unravel from such puny clues.”
“One thing I can’t figure out—among others,” said Eden. “What about Madden? Does he know? Or is that sly little Thorn pulling something off alone?”
“Important questions,” Chan agreed. “In time we learn the answers, maybe. Meanwhile best to make no friend of Madden. You have told him nothing about San Francisco, I hope. Shaky Phil Maydorf and his queer behavior.”
“No, oddly enough, I haven’t. I was wondering whether I hadn’t better, now that Maydorf has shown up in Eldorado.”
“Why? Pearls are in no danger. Did I hear you say in newspaper office you would greatly honor by following me?”
“You certainly did.”
“Then, for Madden, more of the hoo malimali. Nothing to be gained by other course, much maybe lost. You tell him of Maydorf, and he might answer, deal is off here, bring pearls to New York. What then? You go away, he goes away, I go away. Mystery of recent event at ranch house never solved.”
“I guess you’re right,” said Eden. They sped on through the gathering dusk, past the little office of the Date
