CHAPTER XXI

THE STONE WALLS CRUMBLE The stone walls were crumbling and the light streaming through--but only for Chan. John Quincy was still groping in the dark, and his reflections were a little bitter as he returned to the house at Waikiki. Chan and he had worked together, but now that they approached the crisis of their efforts, the detective evidently preferred to push on alone, leaving his fellow-worker to follow if he could. Well, so be it--but John Quincy's pride was touched. He had suddenly a keen desire to show Chan t…