The Waterbury Democrat., 1939-06-24
ROYALTON AUGUSTUS HER. RING = just . guy with a car who met . girl.
 BARBARA CANNING = just . girl besieged by . couple of golfers.
 RONALD AND WILFRID - the golfers besieging Barbara.
 Yesterday: ROyalton learns the girls name is Barbara Canning. He decides to stay, posing as the chauffeur's cousin. The chauffeur's name Is Baskerville. ROyalt0n helps Barbara over the wall, is to meet her at 5 p. m.
CHAPTER HI

elderly gentleman who sat in the shelter of it on the side furthest from the garage. Looking down from his window on the first morn- 4 ing after his installation as rela- tive of Baskerville's, he saw only a tiled tank full of limpid green wa- ter. He hesitated. He did not know whether 1t was permissible for a cousin of the GanningS chauffeur to disport himself in these waters. { On the other hand, the probabilities were that no one would know about 1t. The hour was early and the pool a considerable distance from the house. Royalton Augustus de- cided to take chance.
 While donning bathing suit he re- viewed events. True to her word, Miss Babs Canning had appeared at five o'clock the previous afternoon bringing the intelligence that one Baskerville would be delighted to receive an impromptu relative. MT Baskerville, it appeared, knew which side of his bread carried the butter MT. Baskerville would keep his mouth shut save when acknow- ledged, if pressed, that MT. Roy Herring was a son of his mother sister, now deceased.
 After this things had slowed down. Miss Babs Canning, with the twins, Ronald and Wilfrid had gone to dance in the even- ing. MT. Roy Herring had there fore been at a loose end MT Baskerville, however, sauturnine individual addicted to cards, had suggested a small game of two- handed poker. And, in the privacy of the garage. MT. Herring had taken MT. Baskerville over to the tune of 75 cents. All was pro- ceeding smoothly save that Roy denied 8 sight of his iris-eyed di- viiaity since the previous after noon was beginning to crave one intensely. Wherefore he donned swimming suit with alacrity, spurred on by the hope that Babs Canning might be an early morn ing bather
 Meanwhile, J. Pemberton Gam niag sat in the shadow of the hedge that enclosed the swimming pool He was not in one of his lighter numors and his scanned face, bent over book, wore an annoyed frown An indifferent sleeper, J. Pember- ton could remember no night when he had been deeper in the black books of Morpheus than the one just passed. And the worst of it was that he had gone to sleep upon hitting the pillow, a delightful and rare phenomenon. For perhaps an hour he had lain wrapped in slumber. Then, things had hap pened.
 sort of twanging, tweaking noise had crept under the curtain cauGed his eyes to open, his ears to quiver and his body to assume sitting position. Then he had listened. The sound had been one that J. Pemberton, connoisseur of night noises though he was, had difhculty in placing But, after some minutes, he had made a diagnosis. It derived its origin, in his opinion, from banjo played with jerkey tunelessness beneath his window.
 With this banjo, J. Pemberton Canning had dealt summarily Leaping from his bed he had rushed to the window and caused the night to echo with his views on banjos and all who played them. He had been rewarded with a scuffle of unseen feet and si- lence. But Morpheus, insulted had refused to return. And J Pemberton Canning, after a night Of sheep totaling, had crept forth to enjoy the early morning sun determined to hold an inquisition aS soon as the younger member Of his household were abroad. He < sat now in steamer chair en- veloped in an old gray blanket The book he read was entitled Invertebrates of the Tertiary Period"
 From behind the bedge came a splash. J. Pemberton was but dImly aware of it. He supposed vaguely that his daughter or one of those idiotic twins was disport- ing in the pool. The next instant . stream of water cascaded sud- denly over the hedge. deluging himself, the gray blanket and "In- vertebrates of the Tertiary Pe- xiod.''
 J. pemberton bounced up angrily. He appeared above the hedge, the ends of his moustache bristling and his graying locks matted by the 1yinE water. With the blanket cling ing to his shoulders he was not un- Ike an elderly bull walrus with a ~Hii" he shouted indignantly. ~Gkop fhatl'
 He had spoken before looking. He now perceived that the cause 1f the commotion was young nan in a blue bathing suit whose hands failed the sunlit surface of 1E1 pool tn superabundance of x34d spirits.
 Eil" he exclaimed again. <1hat the devil are you doing?'
 The young man looked up. He u6s not sure about the apparition c1 fde other side of the hedge. It @x|r11t Dc q Walrus. But walruses 11 kueW, were uncommon in the vicinity. Accordingly. he ceased .'I|ng in order to study the prob
 Psmberton Canning delivered |'|u1<l1.
 .I< you're going to swiIn," he .|1 ifritably. swim. But don't
 Eherc throwing water around" |< stopped, struck by thought
 @< UI1o are you. auyhow?"
 |zE young man came out Of the @E<T< '. Pen1bcrton noted that
 Ead ggay eyes and a lnagnifi-
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