CHAPTER XIX

Tarneverro's Helping Hand Val Martino, the director, came down the steps from the hotel lounge, a dashing figure in his white silk suit and flaming tie. He might have been the man on the cover of some steamship folder designed to lure hesitating travelers to the tropics. His gaze fell on Charlie, lolling at ease in a comfortable chair and looking as though he had not a care in the world. The director came over immediately. "Well, Inspector," he remarked, "I scarcely expected to see you in such a placid mood just no…