An Important Find
Biff sidestepped quickly. His attacker’s charge struck him a glancing
blow, spinning him around. He stumbled backward, almost losing his
footing.
In the dim light, Biff saw the man turn and crouch, ready to charge
again. This time, Biff met charge with charge. The man came at him low.
Biff hurled his body at the attacker even lower. He threw a
bone-crushing football block at the man’s knees. The attacker was
upended, his head striking the floor, his legs flying upward as if he
were diving.
Biff leaped to his feet.
“Come on, Biff!” Li called from the open doorway.
Biff sprang for the door, hurdling over his attacker lying on the floor.
He felt sure he had cleared him when a hand snaked up and grabbed Biff
by one ankle. Biff crashed to the floor, stretched out, his head
pointing toward Li, who was standing in the doorway in dismay.
Rising on one knee, Biff tried to jerk his ankle free. The man held on
with a viselike grip. Biff thought fast.
“Here, Li! Catch!” He tossed Dr. Weber’s tobacco pouch to his friend. It
fell at Li’s feet. “Grab it, Li! Grab it, and scram. I’ll be all right.”
Li bent over and snatched up the tobacco pouch. He stood in the doorway,
hesitating.
“Don’t wait!” Biff called fiercely. “Get out of here fast.”
Li, shocked by the sudden violence, was confused. He felt he should stay
and help his friend. But Biff had ordered him out. Apparently the
important thing was to escape with the tobacco pouch. He turned, shot
through the door, and ran swiftly, silently, along the porch.
Biff now turned his full attention to freeing himself. He knew he would
have to make his getaway fast. Someone in the hotel was certain to have
heard the sounds of violence coming from the room. This was no time for
an investigation. Biff knew that he was as much of a prowler as his
attacker.
The attacker changed his tactics. Now he wanted to get free of Biff.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” Biff muttered, and threw his arms around the man’s
legs. He knew that Li was now the attacker’s prey. Li and the tobacco
pouch.
Biff held on. The man, struggling to remain upright, struck down
savagely at the base of Biff’s skull. Biff rolled, avoiding the
paralyzing blow.
The attacker, freed of Biff’s grasp, leaped for the door. Biff was on
his feet, right behind him. Reaching the door, Biff saw the man dash for
the steps. Instead of following immediately, Biff decided to wait a
moment. Surely Li had gotten clear. Li knew the grounds of the hotel
well. He’d be able to avoid capture, make a clean getaway with the pouch
and its valuable letter.
When the attacker was out of sight, down the stairs, Biff stepped out
onto the porch. He straightened his jacket. He wanted to look like a
guest of the hotel if anyone stopped him. From behind he heard the
sounds of someone banging on the corridor door.
“The time has come,” he said to himself, “for me to make my departure
from this charming hostelry.” He walked unhurriedly toward the stairs.
Once there, though, he dashed down them, taking three steps at a time.
In moments, he was concealed behind a spreading poinciana shrub.
Biff stood silently. He strained his ears for any sound, the sound of
either Li or his attacker. Only the soft rustling of palm fronds came to
his ears. He decided to move out. Taking great care to remain in the
cover of trees and shrubs—the moonlight was brilliant—Biff moved
cautiously through the garden. He decided against returning the same way
he and Li had come. He felt sure that his attacker had followed them
from the hotel where his father had spoken. The man might figure the
boys would return to the hotel. He’d be waiting for them there, Biff
reasoned.
“Sure hope Li figures it the way I have,” Biff told himself.
Biff walked in the opposite direction. He came to the edge of the
garden. The street was only a few feet away. A few feet, but those few
feet were open space, no cover, unprotected from the view of others.
“I’ll just have to chance it,” Biff said softly. He planned to dash
across the opening, run down the street, and hope to find a cruising
taxicab.
Biff tensed. He thought he heard a noise behind him. It sounded like a
small twig snapping. He turned his head slowly. He didn’t want a second
attack from behind that night. Now he felt positive that someone was
moving in the shrubbery nearby.
Then he heard it, softly, barely audible above the noise of the rustling
leaves and nearby surf.
“Biff!”
Biff let out his held breath in a deep sigh of relief.
“Right here, Li,” he called.
His Hawaiian friend emerged from behind a tree and joined him.
“You all right, Biff? You hurt?” Li asked anxiously.
“Me? No. Not even shaken up. But how about you? And the tobacco pouch.
You’ve still got it?”
Li nodded his head, extending a hand with the pouch in it.
“Swell, Li. Great. How did you get away? Did that guy try to follow
you?”
“He tried to follow all right. But I fooled him. I kept just far enough
ahead of him so he could hear me. I made little noises.” Biff could see
Li’s grin in the moonlight. “So I could lead him away. I wanted to be
sure you got away okay.”
“Pretty smart, Li. But how did you finally shake him off?”
“I led him way to the rear of the garden. Then I quit making any noise.
I moved like a cat, circled around, and headed for here. I sort of
figured you wouldn’t try to get back to the other hotel.”
“Good figuring. You and I are going to make a great team. But I think
we’d better get out of here fast before ‘Nosy’ figures the same way we
did. Where would be the best place to get a cab?”
“Just follow me.” Li turned, and instead of heading for the street, he
plunged back into the garden. He led Biff along the edge of the garden,
until they came to a low hedge fence, the rear boundary of the
Poinciana’s grounds. Li leaped over it, Biff following. Then the
Hawaiian boy cut to his right, and in a few moments, they jumped another
hedge into another formal garden.
“Where are we now?” Biff asked in a whisper.
“This is the garden of the Aloha Hale—that means Aloha House. It’s a
small hotel. We can find a taxi right out front. Come on.”
They moved noiselessly through the garden, and emerged on the lighted
street just to the left of the hotel’s entrance. They were lucky. A
taxicab was waiting at its stand. The boys quickly hopped in.
Biff sat back. Relief came to him, and he suddenly realized how much his
recent exertions had taken out of him.
“Wowie! Am I ever glad to get out of that.”
“Me, too, Biff. Where do we go? Back to the hotel, or home?”
“To your house. I told Dad we’d take a cab back.”
Li gave the driver instructions.
Biff looked at the luminous dial of his watch.
“Jeepers! Do you know it’s been two hours since we left the hotel! Seems
like only minutes.”
Tom Brewster and Hank Mahenili were still up when the boys reached home.
“Well, we were beginning to wonder what had happened to you two,” Tom
Brewster said.
“Plenty, Dad,” Biff said, smiling.
“It looks like it.” His father was looking at Biff’s rumpled white
jacket. One shoulder of it bore a smudge where he had landed on the
green carpet of Dr. Weber’s room.
“We had a little adventure,” Biff said. “More than we expected.”
“You’re all right, Li?” Hank Mahenili asked, a worried look on his face.
“Sure, Dad. It was Biff who had the fight.”
“Fight?” Tom Brewster stood up. “Just what happened, son?”
Biff gave his father and Hank Mahenili a fast fill-in on the night’s
adventure.
“But we got what we were looking for,” he concluded. Biff reached in his
jacket pocket and pulled out Dr. Weber’s tobacco pouch. He took out the
crumpled letter.
“This has a New Zealand postmark on it. I think it’s that letter you
talked to Dr. Weber about when he called you back in Indianapolis. I
haven’t read it, though. Thought you might not want me to know what’s in
it.”
Thomas Brewster took the letter. He read it rapidly, then reread it. His
frown showed how deep his concentration was. Without a word, he handed
the letter to Mahenili. The Hawaiian read it.
The two boys watched their parents. Finally Biff spoke.
“Is it important, Dad? I thought it might be.”
“Very important, Biff. Wouldn’t you say so, Hank?”
“Unbelievably so.”
Biff looked questioningly at his father.
“This _is_ the letter Dr. Weber mentioned; the letter he received from
Jim Huntington. It tells of a find Jim made in New Zealand—a fabulous
mining discovery.”
“And that’s why he was coming here to meet you and Dr. Weber?” Biff
asked.
“That’s right, son.”
“Then whoever it was attacked me tonight, or kidnaped Dr. Weber, would
know where the find was, too?”
“Not exactly, Biff. They’d know of it, but not where it was. Huntington
was bringing samples of the ore, and details of its location, with him.”
“That information, then, must still be in his sunken sloop,” Biff said.
Tom Brewster nodded his head.
“We’ll have to find it, won’t we, Dad?” the boy asked eagerly.
“We’re surely going to try.”
There was silence for several minutes. Everyone’s mind was filled with
thoughts.
“Dad.” It was Biff who broke the silence. “Don’t you think we can read
good news in my finding this letter?”
“How do you mean, Biff?”
“Well, wouldn’t you think from this that Dr. Weber must still be alive?”
“Why do you say that, Biff?” Hank Mahenili asked.
“Well, sir, whoever grabbed him, since they didn’t find the letter, must
figure Dr. Weber knows what Mr. Huntington discovered, and they’re
holding him until he tells them about it, or tells them where the letter
is. They couldn’t know that the location isn’t described in the letter.”
“But how would they know anything about it if they hadn’t seen the
letter?” Li piped up.
“They have their ways,” Tom Brewster replied. “The doctor probably told
someone else about Huntington’s coming here. Not that he would have said
why. But Huntington’s explorations are well known. Whoever kidnapped Dr.
Weber would know that a meeting between Dr. Weber, Huntington, and me
could lead to something of tremendous value.”
“And what is that, Dad? Can you tell me?”
“I could, Biff, but I don’t think I will—not yet. The fewer people who
know what Huntington discovered, the better. And it would be safer for
you, too, not to know.”
“You mean, Dad....” Biff paused.
“Yes, Biff, you’re in this now right up to your young neck. It could
easily be figured that you now know as much as Dr. Weber, since you
found the letter. That makes you a target, too.”
Biff found it difficult to swallow the lump which had suddenly come into
his throat.