CHAPTER X

A NEWSPAPER RIPPED IN ANGER When John Quincy got back to the living-room he found Miss Minerva pacing up and down with the light of battle in her eyes. He selected a large, comfortable-looking chair and sank into it. "Anything the matter?" he inquired. "You seem disturbed." "I've just been having a lot of pilikia," she announced. "What's that--another native drink?" he said with interest. "Could I have some too?" "Pilikia means trouble," she translated. "Several reporters have been here, and you'd hardly credit the…