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Starve. Simply starve. Everyone, fight.

This is the celebration of Anona's growth.

We already know, Auntie Hilo, Anona pulled us. So let's celebrate.

All right.

But where is the groom to be?

Anona said it was to be a surprise.

So we left him at Kamehameha Point, trying the big waves there.

Kamehameha Point?

But no one has ever dared surf there.

No one but Doug Antifilo.

I'll go get him.

Are you happy about this?

Alona has loved him since she was a little girl.

He was the world's surfing champion then.

Now he's a beach tramp.

Liquor, gambling.

The boss sees from the hotels, living in that shack by the point.

Well, I for one am not happy.

Thank you.

What are you doing here?

Easy,

easy now. What brought all this on? The bullet. It didn't hit you?

What bullet?

The man on the ridge with the rifle.

He took a shot at you.

Have you been smoking opium or something?

No, no. Look.

Paying for the whole board.

This I don't exactly like.

Doug, why would he do such a thing?

Who have you told about us?

Andy Hilo.

After we agreed it was to be a secret.

Who else did you tell?

Some of the gang at the beach.

Oh, I'm so happy and proud.

Doug, I'm sorry if I did wrong.

But what does our planning to be married got to do with somebody shooting at

you?

That's what I'm going to find out right now.

Mr. Mason?

That's right. Mr. Logan, I'm pleased to wait on Paran. Thank you.

Wow.

Nice work. How's it going?

Whoops. Not so good, I guess.

Paul, you all clear now on what you're to do?

Well, if anyone should ask, I'm an ornithologist taking pictures of

mean what we want the pictures to show.

Exactly how the Logan Beach is split in two by a commandment point.

I'll get it all for you in color.

But why do I have to dress up like a royal Hawaiian to do it? It's a little

beyond me.

It was Mr. Logan's suggestion.

Logan?

I thought your client was a Pan Pacific hotel chain.

It is, but Mr. Logan doesn't want anyone out here to suspect he's thinking of

leasing his beach.

Well, there's nothing illegal about leasing land in Hawaii, is there?

No, but in this case, there's a possible complication I'll tell you about later.

So while you're chasing seagulls, I'll be digging through old records in the

Honolulu courthouse.

You'll find it gives me clear title to my lands, Mr. Mason.

My great -great -grandfather was an excellent businessman.

This, I assume, is Mr. Drake.

That's right.

You're positive Mr. Drake is quite trustworthy?

I've trusted Paul with all manner of things a major portion of my legal life,

Mr. Logan.

Well, I won't worry.

We should get to try some of our local products. You'll find it's quite

different from pineapple on a maple.

Sugar ripens in the field. It has a 20 % higher sugar content than the export

variety. Come now, sir.

Come, come, come, come, come.

Right on.

How'd you manage that?

You almost took my finger off. He's partial to me. So partial, in fact, that

hardly ever go anywhere without him. Well, if you're ready, shall we go? And

I'll show you the path which leads down to the ocean.

I'm ready now. Good.

Come in.

What are you doing here?

Looking for Professor Heller.

He's inside.

Thanks.

A local beat comb -up.

Here we go.

What can you tell me about that, Professor?

I could tell you he startled me.

Not any more than you startled me about a half hour ago.

I startled you?

Mr. Kellan, what are you talking about?

That cartridge case.

A little something you forgot, Professor.

After you took that pot shot at me from the point.

Fresh gunpowder.

Not a bad notion, I bet.

Plugging someone on a surfboard.

Good chance the body will never be found.

Who told you about me and Anona Gilbert?

No one told me.

I think I'm beginning to understand.

The trust under which Kamehameha Point is being held for.

The trust a marriage would terminate, giving you joint possession.

Exactly. Fifty percent.

Instead of a lousy $10 ,000.

Have you told an owner what you found there?

I'm not that stupid.

So you and I are still the only ones who... Who know the point is not a

worthless mass of barren rock.

The only ones, Professor.

But your knowing is not going to do you any good.

Mr. Kelland.

When you brought me this tiny feather and told me you found it in a place

only to you, Uncle, I may appoint.

What did I say?

You said a lot of things.

No.

I said this feather was the culmination, the crowning achievement of 30 years

of Polynesian research.

Why else do you think I so readily paid you that initial $5 ,000?

You'll get your money back.

It's not the money I'm concerned with.

It's the years and years and years.

A lifetime of searching, working, and hoping.

And to salvage that, I would gladly kill if the occasion arose.

Now take it easy, Professor.

You haven't thought this through.

Killing me won't get you your crowning achievement.

I'm the only one who knows its exact location.

Remember?

Mr. Kellan, I thought this through.

To prevent this marriage, it'd not be you I'd kill.

Anona, you... Oh, you wouldn't kill her.

I would indeed.

But fortunately, I...

Discovered a better way to prevent this marriage.

A far better way.

How'd you make up?

I took enough pictures at Kamehameha Point to make a travelogue.

And in the process, I found out something that might just be connected

leasing of the beach. What's that?

There were some surfers there.

They were talking about a board with a bullet hole in it. It belongs to a

Douglas Kelland. He has a shack by the point.

And from his description, I'd say he was the beachcomber we saw going into

Logan's house.

However, it's probably romance trouble.

Kelland just got himself engaged to a local Hawaiian girl named Anona Gilbert.

Anona Gilbert?

Does that mean something to you?

Yes, it does, Paul.

She's the complication that brought us out here.

From the courthouse records today, I verified a rumor that had reached Pan

Pacific Hotels.

Rumor? While Jarvis Logan has title to the beach on either side of Kamehameha

Point, the point itself is held in trust for Inona Gilbert.

She's the lineal descendant of one of the great Hawaiian warrior chiefs who

his land to Logan's ancestor, but for some reason withheld the sale of the

point. Probably knew they'd build a hotel there someday.

One thing's certain.

Pan Pacific's not going to spend six million dollars developing Jarvis

beach without the point.

After dinner, I want you to find Kellen.

Get his theory on the shooting.

Wait at his shack if necessary.

Okay. What are you going to do?

Oh, I think I might go to a nightclub.

Will you join us, Sonona?

Thank you. Perhaps later, John.

I was told that you wished to speak with me. Yes. That was very brief.

Won't you sit down? Thank you.

My name is Mason.

I'm an attorney.

I represent Pan Pacific Hotel.

Oh, yes. Mr. Logan told me about you.

Did he tell you why I'm in Hawaii?

He said to arrange for a new hotel on his property.

It's your property I'm interested in, Miss Gilbert.

Kamehameha Point?

He told me you might be.

You see, he's trustee of my estate, such as it is. And if you point were to

become part of the lease, then he said I would receive a share of the money.

And you've agreed to that?

Since my parents died when I was five, Mr. Logan has been like a father to me.

I've always done everything he said.

What does Mr. Kellan say?

Don't? Well, he knows nothing about the hotel.

Mr. Logan asked me not to talk about it.

Tell me, why are you asking me all these questions, Mr. Mason?

I have to report on the availability of the land.

And when you marry Douglas Kellan, it's quite possible he may have something to

say about it. Ah.

Well, I'm sure whatever arrangements that Mr. Logan makes will be quite all

right. There she is.

My little kanaka cutie sitting right over there at that table.

Name is Anona.

What did I tell you?

Well, come on, honey. Let's introduce you.

Best little number on the island, if you happen to like the natives.

It's all right, Mr. Hanson.

I want you to meet my lady friend, baby.

Dolly Jameson, a real swinger.

Lady friend, Doug?

Right.

She said her marriage was for the birds.

So she started out in the town, and who did I run into but Dolly?

Told her all about you.

She said, I'll let you know.

Breaking off the engagement.

So, letting you know.

That's very kind of you, Doug. Forget it.

Come on, darling girl.

Let's find a spot where they get their juice turned on. Do a little dancing or

something.

One thing, Mr. Mason.

You needn't worry any longer as to what Doug will say about Kamehameha Point.

Well, how'd you like the performance?

Just fine, Dougie boy.

Now keep on doing fine if you don't want to erode.

Little kanaka cutie to get hurt.

Good

morning.

What are you doing home this early?

I didn't feel well.

So I got them to let me off.

And I called the doctor. Doug and I are finished.

He told me tonight.

What was his reason?

Well, perhaps we can talk later.

In the meantime, something the Howley missionaries do when they hurt.

Hot tea with a drop of rum. Now, stay here. Just stay here.

Can you meet me at the shack in half an hour?

Meet you?

But tonight, you said.

I'll explain about tonight.

Why don't you come here?

It has to be the shack.

Something there I have to show you.

About your land.

About Kamehameha Point.

Oh, no, no, you've got to come.

Oh, all right, Doug. All right, I'll come.

Who was that?

Oh, it was just one of the girls at the club. She was asking how I was.

Hey, Lisa.

And when I come back, I want you to be in bed in a sleep.

You're going out?

Mrs. Julique, I promised to give her my recipe for pineapple ribs.

You know, tomorrow is the feast day, and she wishes to prepare them tonight.

I won't be long.

Down.

Excellent. Marks and photographs.

Now you can remove the body.

I'm sorry to have kept you so long.

I find your story a little hard to believe.

What you say you found here, Mr. Drake, does not correspond with what we have

found. I can't help that, Lieutenant.

It is your contention that someone, while you were informing Mr. Logan of

discovery, made off with a spare and spare gun you claimed to have seen?

They could hardly have disappeared by themselves.

Well, maybe the young lady you claimed to have encountered was.

No, she hightailed it off in the jeep that was parked outside.

Couldn't she have circled back, knowing that you had to climb up to Mr. Logan's

house to reach a telephone?

Yes, but I suggest you let her tell you what she did.

I intend to, Mr. Drake.

Provided she exists and I can find her.

Kia, why this attitude towards Mr. Drake?

I'm not quite satisfied, Mr. Logan, with his explanation of what he was doing on

your beach tonight.

Well, I told you he had my permission.

He's an ornithologist.

He's studying and photographing seabirds. Oh, yes, I forgot.

I imagine you're particularly interested in our Nestoproductus, which feeds only

at night.

That's right, Lieutenant.

Mr. Drake, the Nestoproductus is an extinct parrot.

the last specimen of which died on Phillip Island more than 50 years ago.

That's all.

I'm free to go.

Until tomorrow, when I hope you and Mr. Logan will have hit upon a slightly more

plausible reason to account for your presence here.

Bird watching on a dark beach, finding a corpse harpooned with a spear gun that

disappears. A spear gun perhaps fired by a mysterious young lady who also

disappears.

It's no wonder the lieutenant was a little dubious about you, Paul.

So dubious, I'll probably end up in the bridal suite of the Honolulu Who's Cow.

I don't believe it'll come to that.

Well, look what I held out on him. What you and I are actually doing with Mr.

Logan, the rifle shot that was fired at Callen, and the real reason I was there.

It'll nail me.

No, it won't, Paul.

As a private detective, you're justified in preserving the confidence of a

client. In this case, me.

You tell him.

I intend to.

Yes, he's here.

I'll tell him.

I'll be happy to cooperate in any way I can.

Yes, tonight if you like.

Goodbye.

Who's going to be here?

Oh, Jarvis Logan.

He says to tell you he's sorry that keeping the hotel project secret has

you trouble.

That's very nice of him. Paul, the young lady you encountered, was she of

Hawaiian descent, slender, pretty, about 21?

I'm going to Gilbert.

Mr. Logan would like me to act as her attorney in the event she needs one.

And it might be well to talk to her before the police do.

Oh, no.

What is it, Paul?

Something else I held out on the police.

The girl dropped this when she ran into me and I clean forgot I had it.

Feather?

Probably from that extinct parrot Lieutenant Key was talking about.

Sorry if we're intruding, but the front door was open. What is it, please?

My name is Mason. I'm an attorney.

It's quite important that I speak to your daughter, Anona.

Anona is my niece, and you cannot speak to her.

Why not?

I can tell you why not, Mr. Mason.

Lieutenant Kea.

Yes.

More bird -watching, Mr. Drake?

No, not exactly.

Unfortunately for both of us, Mr. Mason, a search of the house has revealed that

Miss Gilbert has vanished a second time.

Tomorrow at nine, I'll expect you both at police headquarters.

And you too, Mr. Drake.

And I'll see you, Mr. Mason, if you wish to come.

Good evening.

Mr. Mason, a few minutes ago, Mr. Logan called and said that you had agreed to

help an owner.

Do you know where she is?

No. But we are prepared to testify that she never left the house from the time

John brought her home from the club until a few minutes ago. I sincerely

neither of you is called upon to testify to anything.

But if you are, and if I do represent Nona, I will expect you to tell the

no matter how damaging it may seem.

Wherever you are.

Well, what Prince Charming dares to ring my doorbell at this working hour?

My name is Mason, Miss Jameson. You don't know. Oh, but I do.

You're the handsome gentleman who was with Miss Hawaii tonight.

Come in. Come in. Thank you.

What is it, Mr. Mason? Social or business?

Business, I'm afraid.

Oh, I'm crushed.

But you will join me in a drink.

No, thanks.

All right, then I'll join myself.

Everything from Aquavit to Zanzibar rum, all of which I adore.

The business, I suppose, concerns Douglas Kelland.

What makes you say that?

It figures.

He's been dead and all.

How did you know he was dead, Miss James?

Mr. Mason, even in this remote tropical paradise, they have news broadcasts. I

suppose you think I should be... wearing black and weeping into a lace

handkerchief. I hardly expect weeping over someone with whom you'd had just a

few casual drinks.

A few casual drinks?

Mr. Mason, when Ducky Boy was living in California, running that surfboard

school, I was married to him.

Married? Two worst years of my life.

At the nightclub, Miss Jameson, he called you his lady friend.

Oh, it was his idea.

You see, nobody around here knows about us. The rest of it was my idea.

His breaking off the engagement?

That's right.

You see, I first heard about it this morning when I flew in. Oh, I suppose it

makes me sound like some kind of an angel with a heart. But you see, I

want that nice kid to have to go through, well, what I'd gone through.

Sounds phony, doesn't it? But it's true, a tramp with a heart of gold.

How did you persuade Kellan to accept your point of view?

Oh, that was a cinch. You see...

After the slip and the interlocutory, I was supposed to pick up the final

decree.

And you didn't?

No. It was a matter of a few items, such as cash and a station wagon, settled on

in our pre -divorce agreement.

The dungy boy never came through with.

I wish I could have seen his face when I told him that we were still married.

I can imagine it came as something of a shock.

Why don't you get past?

Oh, there's Sister Feather.

Off this crazy outfit, I suppose.

Well, is there anything else you want to know?

I don't believe so.

Then what do you say we call it a night?

I've got a big day tomorrow.

Thank you very much.

Why didn't you tell me somebody like that would be nosing around?

I didn't know. I'll get you a plane reservation tomorrow.

Never mind, Professor.

As long as all of this is for free, I think I'll stick around a while and see

how the action goes.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Good morning.

Well, how did the session with Lieutenant Key go?

Not as stormy as we expected.

For one thing, the autopsy showed that Kellen had been killed with a spear gun.

That's confirming at least a part of Paul's story.

What happened to your bird, Mr. Logan?

Yes, somebody can't see that the cage opened last night. That's too bad. Well,

he'll be back.

He's gotten free many times, and he's always returned.

Would you like some coffee?

I think we both would. Good. Come on, please.

A choice.

Yes? Well, what happened to the coffee I asked you to make?

I'll bring it now, Mr. Logan.

Now, Mr. Mason, what about our business?

Did you have to tell Lieutenant Keer?

There's no way out of doing that.

But he's agreed to keep it confidential.

Unless, of course, it proves to have something to do with Kellen's death.

That's not possible.

What did he say about Anona?

Only that he's looking for her.

Has he been here?

Yes.

At the crack of noon this morning. Even before Troy was out.

But on quite a different errand.

Seems someone took a rifle shot at Calum. At Kamekameha Point.

Yesterday. We heard about that.

What Kia wanted was to examine one of the rifles in the rack there.

I'm sorry to be so clumsy.

That's all right, Troy.

Fortune, please.

It's as clean as a whistle.

Well, I probably have joined you at headquarters.

I know now is the real problem, however.

What are we going to do about her?

Why don't we ask her?

Ask her?

I don't believe I quite understand.

Isn't she here with you, Mr. Logan?

You're the one person other than her aunt to whom she could turn.

You know, you're actually doing her a disservice.

Keeping her in hiding.

I don't know.

I guess you'd better come in.

Before anything else, Mr. Mason, I must tell you that I did not kill Doug.

Please believe that.

I do.

Very well. I place myself in your hands.

I'll have to take you to police headquarters in an hour.

But first, I want you to tell me everything you did last night.

Is there time for that?

Plenty of time, Miss Gilbert.

For once, we're a jump ahead of the police instead of a jump behind.

Mr. Logan.

Mr. Logan.

He has come back. Lieutenant Kia.

Well, how does your client feel about the state's offer?

Well, Mr. Mason had better tell you. He discussed it with her.

Mr. Mason, are you decided then to help defend Miss Gilbert?

Yes, at Mr. Roberts' request.

And through the courtesy of your bar association.

I see.

And this means you intend to fight.

It does, Mr. Alvarez.

There will be no plea of guilty to a lesser charge of manslaughter.

Very well, Mr. Mason.

First degree murder it is.

And, uh...

When the trial is over, I have a feeling I shall be glad not to be in your

shoes.

Now, you've heard the doctor testify.

The death must have occurred within seconds after Douglas Kellen received

fatal wound.

You've also heard him say that the wound could only have been caused by a weapon

such as this spear gun I have here.

Now, I'll ask you again, Mr. Drake. Have you ever seen it before?

Well, it looks like the spear gun I saw, but I can't positively identify it.

But the young lady you encountered that night, you can positively identify her,

can you not?

Yes. Will you please do so now for the benefit of the court?

The defendant, and only Gilbert.

That's all.

Mr.

Drake.

Immediately after this encounter with Miss Gilbert, what did you do?

Well, I noticed Mr. Kellan's body and went over to it.

You did nothing before that. Before that? Oh, yes, the feather she dropped.

picked it up.

A feather?

Witness means a bird feather?

Yes, Your Honor.

What did you do with it? Well, I tried to give it to Lieutenant Keyer the next

morning. Tried to give it to him?

He wouldn't take it.

We'd had some jokes the night before about birds and bird watching, and I

he thought this was another one.

What did he say?

Horse feathers.

Is this the spear gun and spear you just told us you found concealed in the sand

some 300 yards from Douglas Kellan's hut?

Yes, sir. That's my identifying mark on it there.

Were you able to trace its ownership, Lieutenant?

Yes, it was purchased several months ago by a Hawaiian boy named John Kakai.

Were you able to determine anything else about it?

Lab tests on the spear revealed traces of human blood.

Type O. The same as that of the deceased.

And further?

We found a number of latent fingerprints, some left by John Kakai.

And the others? They were left by the defendant, Adona Gilbert.

Your Honor, at this point, the state would like to introduce spear and spear

into evidence.

If the court please, the defense strenuously objects to such a procedure.

Prosecution has in no way, shape, or form established the spear gun as the

murder weapon, nor placed it at the scene of the crime.

As evidence, it is immaterial and irrelevant.

If the Corps will permit Lieutenant Keir to step down for a moment, I believe I

can answer Mr. Mace's objection.

Very well.

Witness may step down.

After I took her home from the club, I drove down to the beach.

I felt sad for her, and I wanted to think.

About half an hour later, she came past me in her Jeep, going toward Doug

Kellan's shack.

You followed her?

No. But when she came racing back four or five minutes later, I then went to

shack. When I saw what had happened, I took the spear from Doug's bag and hid

in the spear gun in the sand.

And the next day? Mr. Mason said to Auntie Hilo and me, that we must not

the truth.

So I went to Lieutenant Keir and told him what I'd done.

Any objection now, Mr. Mason, to spear and spear gun being introduced into

evidence?

No, Mr. Alvarez.

Lieutenant, I believe you stated in your testimony that when you first examined

Cullen's body, his swim trunks were wet.

That's right.

And so is his hair.

Saltwater, our test disclosed.

Indicating to you that he just returned from a swim in the ocean?

From a scuba dive, Mr. Mason.

Scuba dive?

Outside the shack, we found his scuba equipment still wet. Scuba diving at

night, Lieutenant. Isn't that quite unusual?

I don't know, Mr. Mason.

I'm not a scuba diver.

No.

a little cluttered place for lunch?

Why, one more little company doesn't add up here.

I know those fingerprints on that spear gun sure add up as far as the

prosecution's concerned.

Well, we can explain them if we have to.

Several of the surfing friends will testify that she used the spear gun on a

previous day.

Speaking of explanations, have you found one for killings during scuba diving at

night? No, and that's what doesn't add up.

See, that's better than a normal drop.

She said it was lying here by Cullen's outstretched hand.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

Realizing he was dying and was trying to point to the feather as a lead to his

killer? Logan and that bird he always carries around with him.

Paul, while I'm in court this afternoon, I want you to see if that bird is back.

If it is, check this feather against its feathers.

Probably mean losing a finger, but okay.

If the feathers don't match, your next job is to ingratiate yourself with Dolly

Jameson. That I'll enjoy.

But why?

She has a feathered housecoat.

Sure, I remember what he said.

I wasn't that scrambled.

He said he thought marriage was for the birds, and then he said he wanted to

break off his engagement.

And then she said, well, it was very kind of you to let me know for something

like that. And then he said, forget it, and then we left.

Only to part, as you've told us a few minutes later.

Listen, after two years with Dougie Boys, even a few minutes was too much.

Mr. Mason?

Mrs. Kelland, the night of the murder, you told me you remained in your

after your husband left you.

Now, that wasn't the truth, was it?

Okay, so I went out to get some air.

But I didn't drive all the way down to the beach, if that's what you mean. In

California, Mrs. Kelland, while you were living with your husband, you were

employed, were you not?

Yes, I worked at Oceanland underwater with the dolphins.

Using scuba equipment?

Well, I don't look like a fish, do I? Sure I use scuba gear.

Thank you. You admit, then, you lied to Lieutenant Kea, telling him Anona had

just left the house.

Yes, I lied.

And now, as an admitted liar, you expect the court to believe that Douglas

Kelland, less than an hour after that scene at the club, called Anona and

her to come to his shack.

He said he had something important to show her.

Oh, yes, I'm sure he did.

Perhaps that's further Mr. Mason's been talking about.

She came to the door, sobbing and asking for Mr. Logan. But he wasn't there,

having gone with Mr.

Drake. What did you do? I took her to Professor Heller.

She was terribly unstrung, almost hysterical, so I gave her a sedative

Had her lie down to wait for Mr. Logan.

Professor, did you notice anything unusual about her other than her extreme

agitation?

Only that there was blood on her dress.

Yes, perhaps I was wrong.

But in view of our relationship, I felt duty -bound to give her shelter.

Especially since I knew that eventually I could convince her to go to the

police. Thank you, Mr. Logan.

Mr. Mason?

You had an excellent reason to wish Douglas Kellan dead, did you not, Mr.

What makes you say that?

Wouldn't his marriage to Inona Gilbert mean losing control of Kamehameha Point?

Why should I care about that?

The land's worthless.

Is it?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm talking about your carefully guarded plan to lease your beach for the

construction and operation of a large resort hotel.

A plan dependent upon Kamehameha Point being included.

You desperately need that lease, don't you?

To pay off overdue mortgages on your land amounting to nearly half a million

dollars.

Half a million dollars.

Isn't that reason enough to wish Douglas Cullen dead?

Perhaps.

But you're overlooking one thing, Mr. Mason.

Why should I kill Cullen to prevent a marriage that had already been prevented

by Mrs.

Cullen? But you didn't know that.

Oh, but I did.

You see, I was the one who sent for her.

Paid her fare here from the meanie.

Well, I ain't about giving you up, Paul.

Well, the fair Dolly Kellen, Lee Jameson, likes to have cocktails while

interviewed. But mission accomplished.

Feathered from her housecoat. Only it doesn't match.

Your having gone to see her, I assume, means that the Logan bird is still

missing. Yes, but I found out the species.

And I thought that before court convened in the morning, we could find a similar

bird and compare feathers with it.

It's the same species and almost the same age as Mr. Logan's bird.

Sulfur -crested cockatoo, it's called. A native of Australia.

Do you wish to purchase the bird, Mr. Mason?

I don't know. I'll call Lieutenant Feather.

resemblance at all.

Well, I guess that lets Mr. Logan off the hook.

Could I examine the feather, please?

Where did you find this?

Why do you ask?

It's the feather of an iwi, Mr. Mason.

An iwi?

The sacred scarlet bird of the Hawaiian kings.

No specimen of which has been seen in more than 75 years.

I'd like to show you something, Professor.

Can you tell us what this is?

It appears to be a feather of some sort.

Examine it more closely, please.

Now, do you recognize it?

No. Do you mean to tell us, Professor, that as a renowned expert on ancient

Polynesia, you cannot identify this feather?

I'm afraid not.

Well, then.

Perhaps there's someone present here in the courtroom who can.

Yes.

I recognize it.

The feather of an iwi bird.

How were iwi feathers used in the old days on Hilo? From them and from the

yellow feathers of the mammo and the crimson feathers of the apapani. The

wore the shining feather cloaks the ancient warrior kings wore when they

entombed. Good.

That feather have come from such a cloak in such a warrior king's tomb?

It did come from such a tomb.

Mr. Mason, I swore an oath to my mother and she to

hers never to reveal the secret place to anyone not of the royal

bloodline. And was it because of Douglas Kellan's phone call to Inona because

you believed he'd found the secret place that you left your house that night?

And did you intend to kill him? I intended perhaps something like that,

couldn't go through with it. After a few moments, I returned to the house.

Mr. Mason, I am now prepared to break my oath, if it will

help an owner.

Curious place to hold court, Mr. Mason.

And a young man's protracted to stay underwater makes me wonder if I exercise

good judgment in allowing this.

He's been gone less than 30 minutes, Your Honor.

The opening was deeper than Auntie Heela said.

But you were able to enter?

I swam to where steps had been carved in the rock.

I climbed to a great cavern.

I saw a war canoe and gods carved in wood and polished rolling stones.

And then, lying on a flat rock at the far end, the king.

And he'd put a cloak.

I took only one photograph.

When the bulb flashed, the cloak became a flame of crimson and

gold fire.

I read.

Here's the photograph taken in the cavern by John Kakai.

Now, what would you say the feather cloak shown here is worth, Professor?

All that I could tell you, Mr. Mason, is that it is virtually priceless.

Your desire to possess the cloak, then, is the reason you lied when you said you

couldn't identify the Iwi feather taken from it.

But actually, I couldn't identify it.

It was a similar feather the Professor took from an envelope.

When Mr. Kelland came to accuse him of firing the rifle at him, he knew then

what it was.

Troy, who was it that actually fired the shot at Kelland?

You know, don't you?

Otherwise, you wouldn't have been so agitated that morning when you learned

Lieutenant Key had examined the rifle.

Was it you who fired the shot?

No, it was... Mr. Logan.

Yes, I fired the shot.

Partly to frighten him.

Partly because I knew it would bring him running to the professor, who would

thereupon scotch to propose that end.

You knew then that Callan had reported his find to Professor Callan?

Yes. Why didn't you report that to Anona Gilbert?

Was it because you were to share in the proceeds of the cloak sale?

Yes. How could either of you expect to share in something found on her

We planned to move the contents of the tomb to another cave.

On my property.

And it was to prevent an owner from learning of the find from Kellan that

killed him?

I had no idea he was going to tell her. Nor would I have really cared if he had.

It wouldn't have affected the leasing of my land. It was a really important

thing to me.

Unlike the professor to whom the feather cloak was all important.

No, Mr. Mason.

I didn't kill Douglas Kellan.

The very importance of the feathered cloak to me precluded that.

You see, even though he brought me the eerie feather and I paid him the money,

he never told me the actual location of the cloak.

I had every reason to wish him alive until I knew that.

This is Kelland. I have here the operator's slips on two telephone calls

from your bungalow approximately one half hour before Douglas Kelland was

killed.

The first was to an owner, Gilbert.

That call was made by Kelland, was it not, before he left?

I remember.

I think you do.

Because it was the call he made to tell her he had something of vital importance

to show her at his shack on the beach.

Now, you overheard that, didn't you?

So when he left, you promptly made the second call to report what was said,

though you didn't know its true import.

Now, whom did you telephone, Mrs. Kelland?

To whom did you tell what you'd overheard?

Was it Professor Heller?

Was it?

The discovery of a royal tomb.

Being taken over by the state as a memorial park.

I couldn't have that.

Because without the point, I couldn't lease my land.

So I... I had to silence him.

Before he ruined everything.

Something I said to you before the trial started, Mr. Mason.

I would be most happy to be in your shoes now, even though you aren't

any.

Thank you, Mr. Alvarez.

May I ask you something that's been puzzling me?

How is it that you, a criminal lawyer, came here to check the legal records for

the Pan Pacific Hotel?

Logan's idea.

He was afraid the arrival of company attorneys to confer with him would tip

the fact he was trying to lease his land.

And give the people to whom he owed money a tip off as to what bad financial

shape he was in.

Mr. Alvarez, will the state of Hawaii really take over the point, as Mr. Logan

feared? Yes, but Anona will be adequately recompensed, as I've told

And Mr.

Mason, that's the Hawaiian way of showing gratitude and affection.

And I set one aside for Doug, too, as thanks for what he was intending to do

me before he was killed.

I suggest you find one more, I know.

For someone who also did all he could for you.