to a man worth millions! “You’re clear out of your mind, Charlie,” he protested.
“Maybe,” admitted Chan. “We wait and see.”
Presently a car rattled into the yard. Chan nodded. “Long wait nearly over,” he announced. “Now Mr. Eden comes.”
His expression altered as a knock sounded on the door. It was pushed open and a man strode bruskly in. A stocky, red-faced, determined man—Captain Bliss of the Homicide Squad. After him came another, a lean wiry individual in a two-quart hat. They stood amazed at the scene before them.
Madden leaped to his feet. “Captain Bliss. By gad, I’m delighted to see you. You’re just in time.”
“What’s all this?” inquired the lean man.
“Mr. Madden,” said Bliss, “I’ve brought along Harley Cox, Sheriff of the County. I guess you need us here.”
“We sure do,” replied Madden. “This Chinaman has gone crazy. Take that gun away from him and put him under arrest.”
The sheriff stepped up to Charlie Chan. “Give me the firearms, John,” he ordered. “You know what that means—a Chinaman with a gun in California. Deportation. Good lord—he’s got two of them.”
“Sheriff,” said Charlie with dignity. “Permit me the honor that I introduce myself. I am Detective-Sergeant Chan, of the Honolulu Police.”
The sheriff laughed. “You don’t say. Well, I’m the Queen of Sheba. Are you going to give me that other gun, or do you want a charge of resisting an officer?”
“I do not resist,” said Chan. He gave up his own weapon. “I only call to your attention I am fellow policeman,
