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topped　him。
　The　man　was　weeping。
　
　
　FIVE
　Sad　Song
　
　After　the　luau　wound　down；　Hully　Burroughs　had　been　in　no　mood　to　join　his　sailor　friends　Bill　Fielder　and　Dan　Pressman　in　any　Hotel　Street　excursions。　Bill　had　been　rather　on　the　morose　side…he'd　learned　about　Colonel　Fielder's　displeased　reaction　at　seeing　his　son　and　the　Japanese　songstress　on　the　dance　floor；　and　Pearl　herself　had　begged　off　any　after…hours　date；　pleading　fatigue　from　her　night　on　the　bandstand。
　This　meant　Bill　would　get　plastered；　while　Dan　would　be　on　the　prowl　for　dames；　and　in　that　part　of　town；　the　likely　candidates　served　up　love　for　a　fee。　Hully　was　interested　in　acpanying　neither　a　drunk　nor　a　tomcat；　and　instead　headed　to　the　Royal　Hawaiian；　where　Harry　Owens's　orchestra　was　playing。　Nobody　pulled　off　that　hapa　haole　sound　better；　and　Hully's　odds　of　meeting　a　nice　young　female…a　tourist　maybe；　as　the　absent；　much…missed　Marjorie　Petty　had　been…were　far　better　than　down　at　sleazy　Hotel　Street。
　He'd　gotten　very　lucky…not　in　the　way　the　sailors　on　Hotel　Street　did；　either。　He　danced　several　slow　tunes　with　a　pretty　brunette　named　Marion　Thrasher；　a　local　girl　in　her　early　twenties　out　celebrating　a　friend's　birthday。　She　was　down…to…earth　and　friendly；　so　different　from　the　girls　in　California；　all　of　whom　seemed　to　be　aspiring　actresses　（expecting　Hully　to　land　them　a　part　in　a　Tarzan　picture！）。　All　he'd　〃scored〃　were　a　few　lovely　if　tentative　smiles；　some　conversation　and　a　phone　number。。。　but　he　was　walking　on　air。
　Or　rather　driving　on　air；　in　his　father's　Pierce　Arrow　convertible；　one　hand　on　the　wheel；　elbow　resting　on　the　rolled…down　window；　enjoying　the　way　the　stirred…up；　sweetly　scented　breeze　raffled　his　hair。　He　loved　this　little　low…rise　city　of　Honolulu；　which　hid　shyly　under　banyans　and　flowering　shrubs；　palm　trees　towering　over　telephone　poles。
　Waikiki　itself　was　a　bohemian　village；　increasingly　given　over　to　hotels　and　inns；　but　still　with　room　for　clapboard　houses；　fisherman's　shacks；　picket　fences　and　vacant　lots。　On　an　evening　like　this…well；　early　morning；　as　it　was　approaching　one　a。m。…the　sounds　were　unbelievably　romantic；　the　music　of　strolling　troubadours　mingling　with　the　benign　roar　of　surf。
　As　he　pulled　into　the　moonlight…washed　Niumalu　parking　lot；　the　revelry　of　the　luau　was　long　over；　the　staff's　cleanup　acplished；　with　a　few　lights　on　in　the　lodge　itself；　but　most　of　the　bungalows…peeking　from　between　palms…dark。　He　parked；　headed　down　a　crashed　coral　path　toward　the　Burroughs　bungalow；　whistling　〃Sweet　Leilani；〃　jingling　change　and　keys　in　his　khaki　pockets。
　That　was　when　he　heard；　ing　from　the　beach；　a　man's　voice…his　father's　voice；　he　could　have　sworn…　shouting　〃You！　Don't　move！〃
　The　shout　conveyed　an　urgency；　and　a　sense　of　menace；　that　sent　Hully　running　down　the　path；　and　cutting　through　the　hedges；　toward　the　sandy　shore。
　By　the　time　he　got　there；　it　was　over：　his　father　had　apprehended　（there　could　be　no　other　word）　the　individual；　who　proved　to　be　bandleader　Harry　Kamana。　A　bare…chested　O。　B。　was　hauling　the　aloha…shirt…sporting　musician…who　was　blubbering　like　a　baby…toward　their　bungalow。
　Hully　slowed　and；　approaching　his　father；　was　about　to　ask　him　what　had　happened　when　he　noticed　the　twisted　form　of　the　girl；　down　a　ways　on　the　beach。
　For　a　moment；　he　covered　his　mouth；　in　shock　and　horror；　then　Hully　managed；　〃Is　that。。。　？〃
　〃It's　the　Japanese　girl；〃　his　father　affirmed。　〃Pearl　Harada。　Head　crashed　with　a　rock…I　caught　this　son　of　a　bitch　red…handed。〃
　Literally：　the　musician's　right　hand　was　damply　red　with　blood。
　〃I'm　going　to　take　Harry　here　to　our　bungalow；〃　O。　B。　said；　holding　on　to　the　slumping；　bawling　musician；　〃and　call　the　cops。　You　go　alert　Fred　at　the　lodge；　and　have　him　post　somebody　at　the　crime　scene；　so　that　the　body　isn't　disturbed。〃
　Had　the　situation　not　been　so　loathsome；　Hully　might　have　laughed。　〃I'll　be　damned；　Dad；〃　he　said。　〃You　really　were　a　cop。〃
　Burroughs　nodded；　and　dragged　Kamana　off。
　Hully　went　to　the　lodge　and　woke　the　manager；　filling　him　in　as　they　walked　to　the　beach；　where　the　younger　Burroughs　got　his　first　close；　grisly　look　at　the　beautiful　dead　woman　with　the　ugly　head　wound；　bathed　in　gold　by　an　obscenely　beautiful　Hawaiian　moon。
　Manager　Fred　Bivens…who　was　in　his　pajama　top　and　some　trousers　he'd　thrown　on；　a　heavyset　genial　fellow　in　his　forties…turned　away；　aghast。
　The　tide　sweeping　onto　the　shore　had　a　distant　sound；　despite　its　closeness；　like　the　hoarse　echo　of　a　scream。　The　ocean　stretched　purple　to　the　horizon；　glimmering　with　gold；　almost　as　lovely　as　this　girl　had　been。
　〃Are　you　all　right；　Fred？〃　Hully　asked；　touching　the　man's　arm。
　〃What　a　hell　of　a　thing；〃　Fred　whispered。　〃What　a　hell　of　a　thing。。。　She　was　a　sweet　kid。　Flirty；　but　sweet…and　so　talented。。。　What　a　goddamn　shame。〃
　Hully　understood　and　shared　all　these　sentiments；　and　was　not　surprised　by　the　tears　in　Fred's　eyes。
　〃Can　you　stay　here　with　her；　Fred？　Till　the　police　e？　Dad's　calling　them。〃
　Fred　ran　a　hand　through　his　thinning　brown　hair；　shaking　his　head；　as　if　saying　no；　as　he　said；　〃Sure。。。　sure。　Poor　sweet　kid。。。〃
　〃We　need　to　keep　everybody　away。　Dad　says　this　is　a。。。　crime　scene；　now。　So　you　need　to　keep　your　distance；　too；　Fred…don't　touch　her　or　anything。〃
　〃Don't　worry。〃
　Moments　later；　Hully　joined　his　father　in　the　bungalow。　The　whimpering　musician　was　seated　on　O。　B。's　typing　chair；　which　had　been　situated　in　the　middle　of　the　sitting　room。　Kamana　sat　there；　slumped；　chin　on　his　chest；　one　hand　on　a　knee；　the　other　hand…the　bloody　one…held　out；　palm　up；　as　if　he　were　trying　to　weigh　something。
　O。　B。…who　had　thrown　on　an　aloha　shirt　and　some　chinos　but　whose　feet　were　bare…stood　with　his　muscular　arms　folded；　staring　at　the　musician　like　a　scornful　genie。
　〃Fred's　standing　watch；〃　Hully　said。
　〃Good。〃
　〃When　will　the　police　get　here？〃
　〃Soon。　I　got　lucky。〃
　〃How　so？〃
　〃Have　you　met　my　friend　Jardine？〃
　Hully　shook　his　head。　〃Don't　believe　so。〃
　〃He's　a　Portuguese…the　best　homicide　detective　on　the　island…works　out　of　City　Hall；　not　the　police　station。　Officially　he's　a　detective　on　the　Honolulu　PD；　but　he　operates　strictly　out　of　the　prosecutor's　office；　principally　on　murder　cases。〃
　〃That's　a　good　thing？〃
　Burroughs　came　over　to　his　son；　turning　his　back　to　the　seated；　moaning　musician；　and　whispered；　〃Local　PD　is　so　corrupt；　it　makes　the　LAPD　look　squeaky…clean。〃
　〃Jeez。〃
　〃Jardine's　straight　as　an　arrow。　Luckily　he　was　in；　at　this　hour。〃
　〃Why　was　he？〃
　A　tiny　half　smile　crinkled　O。　B。's　bronzed　face。　〃When　he　isn't　working　a　murder　case；　he　makes　a　habit　on　weekend　nights　of　standing　at　the　corner　of　Hotel　and　Bishop；　giving　the　soldiers　and　sailors　the　evil　eye。　He's　known　around　there　as　a　hard…nosed　cop；　so　standing　guard　like　that；　looking　at　passersby　like　。　they're　all　suspects；　well　it's　his　idea　of　crime　prevention。。。。1　caught　him　at　his　desk　just　before　he　was　heading　home。〃
　Hully　figured　this　Jardine　had　probably　given　his　friends　Fielder　and　Pressman　the　〃evil　eye〃　tonight…　and　many　nights。
　〃I　want　to　wash　my　hands！〃
　Hully　and　his　father　turned　toward　the　musician；　who　had　finally　stopped　sobbing　and　spoken…actually；　more　like　yelled。
　O。　B。　went　over　to　the　man…who　was　holding　the　blood…streaked　hand　out；　staring　at　it…and　sneered　down　at　him。　〃I　just　bet　you'd　like　to　wash　your　hands　of　this。〃
　The　slight；　pockmarked；　roughly　handsome　Kamana　looked　up；　as　if　startled；　as　if　realizing　for　the　first　time　just　what　he　was　being　accused　of…even　though　he'd　already　run　guiltily　away。　〃I　didn't　do　this。〃
　〃You　didn't；　huh；〃　Burroughs　said。　It　wasn't　really　a　question。
　Kamana's　eyes　were　about　as　red　as　the　bloody　hand。　〃I　loved　her。。。。1　loved　her　more　than　life！〃
　〃More　than　her　life？〃
　〃I　didn't　kill　her！〃　Though　he'd　stopped　crying；　he　nonetheless　seemed　on　the　verge　of　hysteria。　〃I'd　sooner　kill　myself！〃
　O。　B。　grunted　a　humorless　laugh。　〃Maybe　you'd　better　save　it　for　the　cops。〃
　But　Kamana　wanted　to　talk；　and　the　words　tumbled　out　of　him…how　two　years　ago　Pearl　Harada；　who　had　been　visiting　relatives　in　Honolulu；　auditioned