Henderson daily dispatch., 1940-08-29
CHAPTER SIX

IN DECIDED that 1t would
b.. ...,fuI for him to make his
-. IN advance of Pullinger. Aft
80. AZ. nothing was likely to hap
go. .. the coffee room.
-. ..t as the apparent habi-
.... i. handed his bathrobe to
81. attendant. who rolled it up and
,.-..se it into a numbered pigeon
r..r handing Gun small metal
-... with a similar number on it,
,.r..n had 4 clip to faSten it on to
he tape securing his keys to his
,y.s. Then he strolled carelessly
NJ. into the blaze of imitation
sunshine. which he found delight
.Iv warm. The air, apparently,
,,.t< treated. and seemed to have
a faint perfume OF flowers about
d. Guu decided that they did the
.-.~E pretty we'll!
outside" if one could so de-
scribe It. Gun received something
az q shock, for he suddenly heard
MS name called in a rather shrill,
feminine voice.
he turned hastily, cursing IN
..- his breath, for he did not
vt., his name yelled all over the
place,
Is he did so. long, leggy, but
au- unpleasing female form
s-~anE up from sandy couch,
a.: Gun saw that it was Daphne
Shelton, who was a niece of
Charles Cazelton, rather wild
and 0recOcious young woman Of
Is Years, who was commonly
h~oxn by her friends as Squibs.
Why, hello, Gun!" was her
greeting. What's the joke, any
way are you trying to slim. or
scmething?"
Nothing like it-and I hope
You're not, either" And Gun ran
comprehensive eye over her de-
c,jrLly slender form.
on, nor answered Daphne,
with unrutfled complacency. I'm
iuSc about right-or I think so,
=. any rate. The fact is, I had ra-
caer a terrible night last night,
ard this is about the finest place
n the world to pull your stock
,ngs up after a night like that"
The gap you have left in the
nursery still yawns for you, my
dear child Why not return to it,
before it's too, too late?"
Don't be a beast, Methuselah.
I think you're horrid."
Yes, I've been thinking that
FOR some time"
Out of the corner Of his eye
Gun saw Pullinger emerge from
the coffee room. He wore an air
Of nonchalance, but from g GER
tain stiffness in his bearing Gun
realized that he was interested.
Not knowing Gun was watching
him, he paused for moment,
glanced around with elaborate
carelessness, and then strolled
casually in their direction.
He wanted to know more about
Daphne-Gun determined that he
should. Daphne. was. pretending to
be annoyed. It was a habit Of hers
which she imagined was fascinat-
ing-as perhaps it was, to the
very young men. Gun saw how,
for once. it might be made use
full!
He waited until Pullinger was
within earshot, and then, without
palpably raising his voice, he
spoke in a tone which would cas-
i.y be audible to him:
But, my dear girl, don't be so
stupid. I tell you I haven't been
hanging about at all. I was here
{" kill time, and just went through
the ordinary routine Of the baths.
I was even so certain you wouldn't
De here yourself that I had cup
of coffee in there-and then I saw
You and came hurrying out right
away" Guns tone was that Of a
man unjustly accused, and de-
ending himself with a touch of
lcritability. He saw that Pullin-
ger was taking it all in. IF you
had to wait, my sweet" he added,
1t vas your own fault. You must
have got here early"
Daphne was staring at him IN
utter bewilderment, wondering
what on earth he was talking
about. Luckily her expressive face
was turned away from Pullinger,