The Wilmington morning star., 1940-10-18

Gun -COLCOn, ld1llOuS g" ~
Scotland Yard, arrives in London
and delivers a mysterious small
packet to his superior, known as
x, despite several attempts which
have been made to take it from
him. Tired and worn from his
nerve-wracking assignment, ne
takes a taxi to Sleichtner's Egyp-
tan Ray-Baths. He begins to sns,
pect that the place is some kind
Of a front" He notices a stran-
ger at the baths who appears very
apprehensive and who calls him.
self Pullinger.
CHAPTER 4
IT should hardly have thought"
said Gun, in a pleasantly CONVEX
sational tone, "that my friend
acquaintance, rather-Mr. Pullln-
ger, who went through just before
me, would have been in need OF
treatment of this kind. He seems
to be pretty strong and healthy"
"Ah, yes" said the doctor. Mr..
Pullinger-there is not much that
is wrong with him. Just a little
nerves, and a trifle of adipose It's
sue, But he is finding the
baths of great benefit. But he is
sticking to them with great regu-
larity - every morning at the
same time he comes. BY the way,
was it he who introduced 20
here?"
"Oh, mol" exclaimed Gun, hast
lily. Il have not known him very
long. We met here quite by accl.
dent. It was a friend named Lord
Fairgrove who recommended me
to come here"
"Fairgrove? All, yes, I remem'
Der him. A very bright, high-splr'
tied young man, but a little IN
clined towel, shall we say, hit
the high spots, Ell? Now, if you
will pardon me, others are wait
ing. BY the way, please remember
to keep the tinted glasses on all
the time. otherwise the rays may
trouble the eyes. Thank you, l
shall hope to see you here again."
"Oh, of counsel" responded Gun,
with an entirely assumed enthu-
siasm.
An attendant ushered him out
of an inner door, and into a small
anteroQm beyond an individual
who looked a cross between a
meuzzin and Merlin the astNolo-
ger, but who spoke with a broad
Scots accent. fitted him deity in
+. a. pair of darkened glasses.
Next Gun found himself in a
large room, the floor of which was
covered with green baize, and the
( roof painted blue to represent the
sky. It was ablaze with artificiS1
sunlight, and as warm as the tro'
pics.
An instructor, wearing only .
loincloth, was putting a class o.
a dozen through fairly strenuous
physical jerks, while the perspira
ton literally rolled off them. Gun
got some amusement from watch
ing one or two obese old gentle.
men who were strongly reminis'
cent of Colonel Blimp, and who
seemed to be suffering exceeding
ly.
On seats around the walls an
other group awaited the attention
Of the P. T.. MISUNDERSTANDING
them the mysterious foreigner, MI
Pullinger, who glanced at Gun as
he entered, and then hastily avert
ed his gaze.
A moment or two later the in
structor dismissed his class, ush.
cred by an attendant in a djibbat
through a farther door, gasping
and painting.
"You will please remove your
gowns, gentlemens," the instruc.
tor directed. He was evidently a
genuine native of sorts, though
not, Gun imagined, an Egyptian.
AS they slipped off their robes,
Gun eyed Pullinger, and immedi-
ately noted one or two things. In
the first place, he was a man Of
magnificent physique. If he had a
fault at all, it was that he might
have been a trifle too thickly and
stockily built, with legs a fraction
too long for his torso. In the sec
ond, the tan of his face extended
no farther than a V-shaped patch
at the neck, which showed that he
had been used to- living a lot in
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