Clip the Camera Clues.

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXXIII, 12 June 1939, Page 11

Clip the Camera Clues.

Half expecting some communication from Bailey of the Inter-Ocean and not wishing such a letterhead to be noted, he resigned himself to patience. Once a neat mulatto maid had brought in a pile of mail and then retreated. Allenby got a bad jolt. There serenely reposing amongst a mound of letters lay a small package. In open-mouth astonishment he ; gaped, then, on learning that the package bore local postage, the elaborate structure his imagination had reared crashed down about his ears. Almost ; savagely he pocketed the little parcel ere he went into breakfast, and endured i as best he might the curiosity and sym- ' pathy of his fellow guests.

Cora Sue alone remained undisturbed. “Oh. Major, you look like *he hero of a Civil War romance. That bandage gives you just the right touch.” She leaned far over the table. “You don’t need a nurse, do you?” “I certainly do need a nurse —or maybe it’s a keeper,” Allenby growled. On running his eyes around the breakfast table he found two faces particularly interesting. Barney Grafton seemed nervous and was attempting a jovial air without noticeable success. As for Barbara Grafton, her eyes were so dull and heavy and her mouth set in such a drawn line it seemed as if she could have slept very little. (To be continued daily)