Clip the Camera Clues.

Auckland Star, Volume LXX, Issue 80, 5 April 1939, Page 26

Clip the Camera Clues.

The C.T.D. man's normally impassive expression brightened. "Weil, I'm cer-

tainly pleased and honoured to have met you. By the bye. if there's anything I can do to help you in the matter of Judy Fortier, let me know."

"There is something, and it's, most important, inspector. Please treat me as if I were a retired banker—and nothing else. Makes it much easier for me to complete my investigation. Of course it's up to you whether you accept or disregard my—er —well, whatever hints I may let drop."

llecalling the necessity of a fresh roll 'or his Leica. Allenby sought the stairs. As he neared the top there came a scurry

perfectly grand giraffe stamp. Juet you look at that and we'll have a picture that'll take prizes in any show." Twice he photographed his subject then lingered, inspecting the child's toys and athletic equipment. He even ended by indulging in a spirited game of very informal badminton, and so succeeded in unstringing nerves keyed as tight as mandolin strings. At last he said. "Well, you look for that elephant stamp and if you can't lind it, I'll get you another. But now I've got to go wash for breakfast." "Oh, do you have to wash, too?" Peter asked. "Yes." Allenby replied. "Behind your ears?"' 'Tin afraid so. Peter. That's one of the penalties of being a man."' The guests were still upstairs when Dr. (ioeling arrived and after a careful summary gave a verdict of accidental death pending an autopsy. Accordingly Patricia Fortier's pallid, once pleasing body was placed in a canvas hammock and carried down to the police launch. "The autopsy will be at eleven at the King Edward Memorial Hospital. Major," Ins|K;ctor Boyd muttered. "Would you like to come?" "Yes, I'd like to have a look at the body." "Yes, sir, we'll be. expecting you then," Boyd said. He paused, "What did you think of (iibbons' testimony?" ".Seemed straight enough to me." Allenby replied. "After pll, there's nothing strange about a man's sleeping aboard his own boat." "No. Especially when Const-able Lunt described the oars in the dinghy as being only wet with dew." Allenby smiled and said drily, "Of course, (iibbons couldn't have' gone down the anchor chain and swum ashore? Well, let's skip it." "Well," Inspector Boyd held out a square, bony hand, "Dr. Gosling's anxious to get back. See you later eh?" Tactfully, Barbara Grafton insisted that no mention of the tragedy be made until after breakfast, a bit of thoughtfulness which gave Allenby a heavensent chance to make an estimate of the dark young man known .as Stanley Gibbons.