CHAPTER XVI

A Word of Warning Chan's air of calm detachment had vanished for the moment, and he walked the floor as though inspired by his latest discovery. "Smith, the beach-comber," he said once more. "Dreary bit of human wreckage cast up on shore of splendid island. Ragged remnant of a man--how busy he was around this building last night. A big evening, I think, in the life of Smith." Hettick was gathering up the tools of his trade. "Well, I believe I'll go back to the station now," he remarked. "I've given you boys somethi…