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 			<p>Sir Frederic rose and stepped to the window. He gazed down at the spatter of lights flung like a handful of stars over the darkening town. For a moment he said nothing. Then he turned to the reporter.</p>
 			<p>“A modest detective,” he said, with a grim smile. “That’s a novelty, at any rate. I should like very much to meet this Sergeant Chan.”</p>
 			<p>Bill Rankin sighed with relief. His task was unbelievably easy, after all.</p>
-			<p>“That’s exactly what I came here to suggest,” he said briskly. “I’d like to bring you and Charlie Chan together⁠—hear you go over your methods and experiences⁠—you know, just a real good talk. I was wondering if you would do us the great honor to join <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Chan and me at lunch tomorrow?”</p>
-			<p>The former head of the <abbr epub:type="z3998:initialism">C.I.D.</abbr> hesitated. “Thank you very much. But I am more or less in <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Kirk’s hands. He is giving a dinner tomorrow night, and I believe he said something about luncheon tomorrow, too. Much as I should like to accept at once, decidedly we must consult <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Kirk.”</p>
+			<p>“That’s exactly what I came here to suggest,” he said briskly. “I’d like to bring you and Charlie Chan together⁠—hear you go over your methods and experiences⁠—you know, just a real good talk. I was wondering if you would do us the great honor to join <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Chan and me at lunch tomorrow?”</p>
+			<p>The former head of the <abbr epub:type="z3998:initialism">C.I.D.</abbr> hesitated. “Thank you very much. But I am more or less in <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Kirk’s hands. He is giving a dinner tomorrow night, and I believe he said something about luncheon tomorrow, too. Much as I should like to accept at once, decidedly we must consult <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Kirk.”</p>
 			<p>“Well, let’s find him. Where is he?” Bill Rankin was all business.</p>
 			<p>“I fancy he is up in the bungalow.” Sir Frederic turned and, swinging shut the door of a big wall safe, swiftly twirled the knob.</p>
 			<p>“You did that just like an American business man, Sir Frederic,” Rankin smiled.</p>
-			<p>The detective nodded. “<abbr>Mr.</abbr> Kirk has kindly allowed me to use his office while I am his guest.”</p>
+			<p>The detective nodded. “<abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Kirk has kindly allowed me to use his office while I am his guest.”</p>
 			<p>“Ah⁠—then you’re not altogether on a pleasure trip,” said Bill Rankin quickly.</p>
 			<p>The gray eyes hardened. “Absolutely⁠—a pleasure trip. But there are certain matters⁠—private business⁠—I am writing my <i epub:type="se:name.publication.book">Memoirs</i>⁠—”</p>
 			<p>“Ah yes⁠—of course,” apologized the reporter.</p>
 			<p>The door opened, and a cleaning woman entered. Sir Frederic turned to her. “Good evening,” he said. “You understand that no papers on this desk⁠—or in it⁠—are to be interfered with in any way?”</p>
 			<p>“Oh, yes, sir,” the woman answered.</p>
-			<p>“Very good. Now, <abbr>Mr.</abbr>⁠—er⁠—<abbr>Mr.</abbr>⁠—”</p>
+			<p>“Very good. Now, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr>⁠—er⁠—<abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr>⁠—”</p>
 			<p>“Rankin, Sir Frederic.”</p>
 			<p>“Of course. There is a stairs in this rear room leading up to the bungalow. If you will come with me⁠—”</p>
 			<p>They entered the third and last room of the office suite, and Bill Rankin followed the huge figure of the Englishman aloft. The stairs ended in a dark passageway on the floor above. Throwing open the nearest door, Sir Frederic flooded the place with light, and Bill Rankin stepped into the great living-room of the bungalow. Paradise was alone in the room; he received the reporter with cold disdain. Barry Kirk, it appeared, was dressing for dinner, and the butler went reluctantly to inform him of the newspaper man’s unseemly presence.</p>
 			<p>Kirk appeared at once, in his shirtsleeves and with the ends of a white tie dangling about his neck. He was a handsome, lean young man in the late twenties, whose manner spoke of sophistication, and spoke true. For he had traveled to the far corners of the earth seeking to discover what the Kirk fortune would purchase there, and life held no surprises for him any more.</p>
-			<p>“Ah yes⁠—<abbr>Mr.</abbr> Rankin of the <i epub:type="se:name.publication.newspaper">Globe</i>,” he said pleasantly. “What can I do for you?”</p>
+			<p>“Ah yes⁠—<abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Rankin of the <i epub:type="se:name.publication.newspaper">Globe</i>,” he said pleasantly. “What can I do for you?”</p>
 			<p>Paradise hastened forward to officiate with the tie, and over the servant’s shoulder Bill Rankin explained his mission. Kirk nodded.</p>
 			<p>“A bully idea,” he remarked. “I have a lot of friends in Honolulu, and I’ve heard about Charlie Chan. I’d like to meet him myself.”</p>
 			<p>“Very happy to have you join us,” said the reporter.</p>
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 			<p>“One of the deputies?” inquired Rankin.</p>
 			<p>“Yes. A fellow named Morrow⁠—J. <abbr epub:type="z3998:given-name">V.</abbr> Morrow. Perhaps you know him?”</p>
 			<p>Rankin nodded. “I do,” he said.</p>
-			<p>“Well, that’s the scenario,” went on Kirk. “We’re to meet this lad at the <abbr>St.</abbr> Francis tomorrow at one. The topic of the day will be murder, and I’m sure your friend from Honolulu will fit in admirably. You must pick up <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Chan and join us.”</p>
+			<p>“Well, that’s the scenario,” went on Kirk. “We’re to meet this lad at the <abbr>St.</abbr> Francis tomorrow at one. The topic of the day will be murder, and I’m sure your friend from Honolulu will fit in admirably. You must pick up <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Chan and join us.”</p>
 			<p>“Thank you very much,” said Rankin. “You’re extremely kind. We’ll be there. I⁠—I won’t keep you any longer.”</p>
 			<p>Paradise came forward with alacrity to let him out. At the foot of the stairs on the twentieth floor he met his old rival, Gleason of the <i epub:type="se:name.publication.newspaper">Herald</i>. He chuckled with delight.</p>
 			<p>“Turn right around,” he said. “You’re too late. I thought of it first.”</p>
 			<p>“Thought of what?” asked Gleason, with assumed innocence.</p>
 			<p>“I’m getting Sir Frederic and Charlie Chan together, and the idea’s copyrighted. Lay off.”</p>
-			<p>Gloomily <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Gleason turned about, and accompanied Bill Rankin to the elevators. As they waited for the car, the girl in the green dress emerged from the office of the Calcutta Importers and joined them. They rode down together. The girl’s tears had vanished, and had happily left no trace. Blue eyes⁠—that completed the picture. A charming picture. <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Gleason was also showing signs of interest.</p>
+			<p>Gloomily <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Gleason turned about, and accompanied Bill Rankin to the elevators. As they waited for the car, the girl in the green dress emerged from the office of the Calcutta Importers and joined them. They rode down together. The girl’s tears had vanished, and had happily left no trace. Blue eyes⁠—that completed the picture. A charming picture. <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Gleason was also showing signs of interest.</p>
 			<p>In the street Gleason spoke. “I never thought of it until dinner,” he said sourly.</p>
 			<p>“With me, my career comes first,” Rankin responded. “Did you finish your dinner?”</p>
 			<p>“I did, worse luck. Well, I hope you get a whale of a story⁠—a knockout, a classic.”</p>

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 			<p>“You can’t hold that against her,” Enderby protested. “She’s come back of her own free will to tell you the truth.”</p>
 			<p>“But why didn’t she tell it in the first place?”</p>
 			<p>“One doesn’t care to become involved in a matter of this sort. That’s only natural.”</p>
-			<p>“All right, all right.” Flannery turned back to <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Enderby. “You say you recognized this girl when you were going down in the elevator, on your way home after the dinner? And you let her see that you recognized her?”</p>
+			<p>“All right, all right.” Flannery turned back to <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Enderby. “You say you recognized this girl when you were going down in the elevator, on your way home after the dinner? And you let her see that you recognized her?”</p>
 			<p>“Oh, yes. I cried out in surprise: ‘Jennie! Jennie Jerome! What are you doing here?’ ”</p>
 			<p>“You saw what she was doing, didn’t you?”</p>
 			<p>“It was just one of those questions⁠—it didn’t mean anything.”</p>
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 			<p>“Well, you’d better keep away from her,” Flannery suggested.</p>
 			<p>“I’ll keep away from her all right. I feel as though I’d betrayed her.” Eileen Enderby glanced accusingly at her husband.</p>
 			<p>“You were not in her debt,” said Enderby. “Lying’s a dangerous business in a matter of this kind.”</p>
-			<p>“You’re lucky, <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Enderby,” said the Captain. “You’ve got a sensible husband. Just listen to him, and you’ll be OK. I guess that’s all now. You can go. Only keep this to yourself.”</p>
+			<p>“You’re lucky, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Enderby,” said the Captain. “You’ve got a sensible husband. Just listen to him, and you’ll be OK. I guess that’s all now. You can go. Only keep this to yourself.”</p>
 			<p>“I’ll certainly do that,” the woman assured him. She rose.</p>
 			<p>“If I want you again, I’ll let you know,” Flannery added.</p>
 			<p>Chan opened the door for her. “May I be permitted respectful inquiry,” he ventured. “The beautiful garment marked by iron rust stains⁠—it was not ruined beyond reclaim?”</p>
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 			<p>“Well,” said Flannery, “I guess we’re getting somewhere at last. Though if you ask me where, I can’t tell you. Anyhow, we know that Sir Frederic was looking for Jennie Jerome the night he was killed, and that Jennie Jerome was running an elevator just outside his door. By heaven, I’ve a notion to lock her up right now.”</p>
 			<p>“But you haven’t anything against her,” Miss Morrow objected. “You know that.”</p>
 			<p>“No, I haven’t. However, the newspapers are howling for an arrest. They always are. I could give ’em Jennie Jerome⁠—a pretty girl⁠—they’d eat it up. Then, if nothing else breaks against her, I could let her off, sort of quiet.”</p>
-			<p>“Such tactics are beneath you, Captain,” Miss Morrow said. “I trust that when we make an arrest, it will be based on something more tangible than any evidence we’ve got so far. Are you with me, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Chan?”</p>
+			<p>“Such tactics are beneath you, Captain,” Miss Morrow said. “I trust that when we make an arrest, it will be based on something more tangible than any evidence we’ve got so far. Are you with me, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Chan?”</p>
 			<p>“Undubitably,” Chan replied. He glanced up at the frowning face of the Captain. “If I may make humble suggestion⁠—”</p>
 			<p>“Of course,” agreed Miss Morrow.</p>
 			<p>But Chan, it seemed, changed his mind. He kept his humble suggestion to himself. “Patience,” he finished lamely, “always brightest plan in these matters. Acting as champion of that lovely virtue, I have fought many fierce battles. American has always the urge to leap too quick. How well it was said, retire a step and you have the advantage.”</p>
@@ -57,12 +57,12 @@
 			<p>“I’m afraid you’re right,” Miss Morrow sighed.</p>
 			<p>“Maybe if I locked this woman up⁠—” began Flannery, attached to the idea.</p>
 			<p>“No, no,” Miss Morrow told him. “We can’t do that. But we can shadow her. And since she is one who has some talent for walking off into the night, I suggest that you arrange the matter without delay.”</p>
-			<p>Flannery nodded. “I’ll put the boys on her trail. I guess you’re right⁠—we might get on to something that way. But <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Kirk has said it⁠—we’re not progressing very fast. If there was only some clue I could get my teeth into⁠—”</p>
+			<p>Flannery nodded. “I’ll put the boys on her trail. I guess you’re right⁠—we might get on to something that way. But <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Kirk has said it⁠—we’re not progressing very fast. If there was only some clue I could get my teeth into⁠—”</p>
 			<p>Chan cut in. “Thanks for recalling my wandering ideas,” he said. “So much has happened the matter was obscure in my mind. I have something here that might furnish excellent teeth-hold.” He removed an envelope from his pocket and carefully extracted a folded sheet of paper and a picture postcard. “No doubt, Captain, you have more cleverness with fingerprints than stupid man like me. Could you say⁠—are these thumb prints identically the same?”</p>
 			<p>Flannery studied the two items. “They look the same to me. I could put our expert on them⁠—but say, what’s this all about?”</p>
 			<p>“Blank sheet of paper,” Chan explained, “arrive in envelope marked Scotland Yard. Without question Miss Morrow has told you?”</p>
 			<p>“Oh, yes⁠—she mentioned that. Somebody tampering with the mail, eh? And this thumb print on the postcard?”</p>
-			<p>“Bestowed there last night by digit of Paradise, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Kirk’s butler,” Chan informed him.</p>
+			<p>“Bestowed there last night by digit of Paradise, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Kirk’s butler,” Chan informed him.</p>
 			<p>Flannery jumped up. “Well, why didn’t you say so? Now we’re getting on. You’ve got the makings of a detective after all, Sergeant. Paradise, eh⁠—fooling with Uncle Sam’s mail. That’s good enough for me⁠—I’ll have him behind the bars in an hour.”</p>
 			<p>Chan lifted a protesting hand. “Oh, no⁠—my humblest apologies. Again you leap too sudden. We must watch and wait⁠—”</p>
 			<p>“The hell you say,” Flannery cried. “That’s not my system. I’ll nab him. I’ll make him talk⁠—”</p>
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 			<p>“Think so?” Kirk took Miss Morrow’s coat. “I should have said that most of the time, it’s over her head.”</p>
 			<p>The girl shrugged. “That from you, deacon,” she said, reproachfully.</p>
 			<p>Chan and Captain Flannery were at the door, and Kirk let them in. The Captain was all business.</p>
-			<p>“Hello,” he said. “Now if you’ll show us that butler’s room, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Kirk, we’ll get busy right away. I’ve brought a few skeleton keys. We’ll go over the place like a vacuum cleaner.” Kirk led them into the corridor.</p>
+			<p>“Hello,” he said. “Now if you’ll show us that butler’s room, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Kirk, we’ll get busy right away. I’ve brought a few skeleton keys. We’ll go over the place like a vacuum cleaner.” Kirk led them into the corridor.</p>
 			<p>“How about the cook’s room?” Flannery added. “We might take a look at that.”</p>
 			<p>“My cook’s a Frenchman,” Kirk explained. “He sleeps out.”</p>
 			<p>“Humph. He was here the other night at the time of the murder?”</p>
@@ -149,7 +149,7 @@
 			<p>At that moment Chan and Flannery appeared in the doorway. The Captain seemed very pleased with himself.</p>
 			<p>“What luck?” Kirk inquired.</p>
 			<p>“The best,” beamed Flannery. He carried a piece of paper in his hand. “Ah⁠—shall I help myself?”</p>
-			<p>“By all means,” Kirk told him. “A congratulatory potion. <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Chan⁠—what’s yours?”</p>
+			<p>“By all means,” Kirk told him. “A congratulatory potion. <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Chan⁠—what’s yours?”</p>
 			<p>“Tea, if Miss Morrow will be so kind. Three lumps of sugar and the breath of the lemon in passing.”</p>
 			<p>The girl prepared his cup. Flannery dropped into a chair.</p>
 			<p>“I see you’ve found something,” Kirk suggested.</p>
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 					<p epub:type="z3998:sender z3998:signature">Martin Benfield, Deputy-Commissioner.”</p>
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-			<p>Flannery stopped reading and looked at the others. “Well, there you are,” he said. “The Galt affair and Eve Durand are mixed up together. Of course that ain’t exactly news⁠—I’ve known it right along. What I want to find out now is, why did Paradise try to keep this information from us? What’s his stake in the affair? I could arrest him at once, but I’m afraid that if I do, he’ll shut up like a clam and that will end it. He doesn’t know we’re wise to him, so I’m going to put this letter back where we found it and give him a little more rope. The Sergeant here has agreed to keep an eye on him, and I rely on you, too, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Kirk, to see that he doesn’t get away.”</p>
+			<p>Flannery stopped reading and looked at the others. “Well, there you are,” he said. “The Galt affair and Eve Durand are mixed up together. Of course that ain’t exactly news⁠—I’ve known it right along. What I want to find out now is, why did Paradise try to keep this information from us? What’s his stake in the affair? I could arrest him at once, but I’m afraid that if I do, he’ll shut up like a clam and that will end it. He doesn’t know we’re wise to him, so I’m going to put this letter back where we found it and give him a little more rope. The Sergeant here has agreed to keep an eye on him, and I rely on you, too, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Kirk, to see that he doesn’t get away.”</p>
 			<p>“Don’t worry,” said Kirk. “I don’t want to lose him.”</p>
 			<p>Flannery rose. “Sir Frederic’s mail isn’t coming here any more?” he inquired of Miss Morrow.</p>
 			<p>“No, of course not. I arranged to have it sent to my office. There’s been nothing of interest⁠—purely personal matters.”</p>
 			<p>“I must put this letter back, and then I’ll have to run along,” the Captain said. He went into the passageway.</p>
 			<p>“Well,” remarked Kirk, “Paradise hangs on a little longer. I see your handiwork there, Sergeant, and you have my warmest thanks.”</p>
 			<p>“For a brief time, at least,” Chan said. “You will perceive I am no person’s fool. I do not arrange arrest of butler in house where I am guest. I protect him, and I would do same for the cook.”</p>
-			<p>Flannery returned. “I got to get back to the station,” he announced. “<abbr>Mr.</abbr> Kirk, thanks for your⁠—er⁠—hospitality.”</p>
+			<p>Flannery returned. “I got to get back to the station,” he announced. “<abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> Kirk, thanks for your⁠—er⁠—hospitality.”</p>
 			<p>Miss Morrow looked up at him. “You are going to wire to New York for Inspector Duff?” she asked.</p>
 			<p>“I am not,” the Captain said.</p>
 			<p>“But he might be of great help⁠—”</p>