The Secret of the Golden Pavillion by Carolyn G. Keene Page A

about the two ideas regarding the silversword plant and the symbols under it which meant men. Finally they appealed to Kiyabu for an opinion.
    “I am sure Mr. Sakamaki Sr. put the chest there himself,” the Hawaiian replied. “He was a man who was very learned and also full of fun. I believe he enjoyed scattering the pieces of the puzzle for his grandson to put together.”
    “That convinces me,” Nancy declared. “I’m going to Haleakala Crater. Who wants to come along?”
    Everyone wanted to make the trip, including Hannah Gruen. Kiyabu offered to make the hotel and plane reservations, and telephone to Maui for a guide with a car to take them to the crater.
    “This guide knows the mountains and the history of the volcanoes well,” Kiyabu said. “If anyone on the island can help you solve the mystery, I am sure he can. His name is Moki Kuano, but just call him Moki.”
    A little later the caretaker informed the group that he had secured reservations for the following day on the afternoon plane. This meant they would be able to see the gorgeous sunset over the crater.
    Luncheon was served in the garden. Nancy and her friends had just finished eating, when Kiyabu brought her a message. “The telegraph office phoned that your father will arrive by plane tomorrow morning. Would you like me to meet him?”
    “Thank you very much,” Nancy replied, “but I’d love to meet Dad myself.”
    Ned offered to go with Nancy to the airport. They left Kaluakua before breakfast the next morning, deciding to get a snack at the field while waiting for Mr. Drew.
    The great plane was on time, and the couple watched as it circled the field and landed smoothly. Nancy had purchased a lei of bright red plumiera blossoms and stood at the fence eagerly awaiting her father.
    The passengers began to disembark. As each one appeared in the doorway of the plane, Nancy looked hopefully for Mr. Drew. Finally the pilot, the copilot, steward, and stewardess alighted. It was evident that there was no one else aboard.
    “Dad didn’t come!” Nancy exclaimed to Ned. “Oh, I hope nothing has happened to him!”
    Ned was worried too, but said cheerfully, “Perhaps there is a message at the airlines office, or possibly your father sent another telegram.”
    He and Nancy hurried inside the building and made inquiries, but there was no word from Mr. Drew. Nancy telephoned to Kaluakua and asked if anyone there had heard from her father. The answer was no.
    Going to the airlines’ reservation desk, Nancy asked, “Could you find out if my father, Mr. Drew, made the reservation and then canceled it?”
    The clerk made two telephone calls, then said that the lawyer had first canceled, then reinstated his reservation. “But Mr. Drew never claimed the ticket,” he added, “so it was sold to someone else at the last minute.”
    “That’s not like Dad,” Nancy said worriedly to Ned as they walked away. “I’m going to telephone Mr. Sakamaki in River Heights and see if he knows why Dad wasn’t on the plane.”
    She put in the long-distance call from the airport, and fortunately Mr. Sakamaki himself answered. When he heard Nancy’s story, he was astounded. “I haven’t heard of any change in your father’s plans,” he said. “But I believe I can help you find out what happened. I’ll phone a private detective I know in Los Angeles and ask him to work on the case. As soon as I learn anything, I’ll let you know.”
    “Oh, please do,” Nancy begged. “I’m going directly to Kaluakua now and I’ll wait there until I hear from you.”
    She and Ned hurried back to the estate. The first person they met was Hannah, who became greatly alarmed upon hearing that Mr. Drew had not arrived in Honolulu. “He’s probably being detained by some of those Double Scorps,” she fretted.
    She and the others were relieved to know that a detective was going to start work immediately to find out what had happened. Despite this, a feeling of gloom settled over