Paradise told me he was in the office. Just as I was approaching the office door, it opened, and a young woman -“

“One moment,” Chan cut in. “Begging pardon to interrupt, you should go at once with your story to Miss June Morrow. I am not connected.”

Rankin stood up. “All right. But you’re certainly beyond me. The man of stone. I wish you a pleasant journey. And if this case is ever solved, I hope you never hear about it.”

Chan grinned broadly. “Your kind wishes greatly appreciated. Good-by, and all luck possible.”

He watched the reporter as he dashed from the lobby into the street, then going above, he completed his packing. A glance at his watch told him he had plenty of time, so he went to say good-by to his relative in Chinatown. When he returned to the hotel to get his bags, Miss Morrow was waiting for him.

“What happy luck,” he said. “Once again I am rewarded by a sight of your most interesting face.”

“You certainly are,” she replied. “I simply had to see you again. The district attorney has put this whole affair in my hands, and it’s my big chance. You are still determined to go home?”

“More than usual.” He led her to a sofa. “Last night I have joyous cable -“

“I know. I was there when Mr. Kirk telephoned you. A boy, I think he said.”

“Heaven’s finest gift,” nodded Chan.

Miss Morrow sighed. “If it had only been a girl,” she said.

“Good luck,” Chan told her, “dogs me in such matters. Of eleven opportunities, I am disappointed but three times.”

“You’re to be congratulated. However, girls are a necessary evil.”

“You are unduly harsh. Necessary, of course. In your case, no evil whatever.”

Barry Kirk came into the lobby and joined them. “Good morning, father,” he smiled. “Well, we’re all here to speed the parting guest.”

Chan consulted his watch. Miss Morrow smiled. “You’ve quite a lot of time,” she said.