The Ypsilanti daily press. (Ypsilanti, Mich.) 1928-1962, 1940-10-25
CHAPTER SIX

GUN DECIDED that it would
be taetful for him to make his
exit in advance of Pullinger. At
er all, nothing was likely to hap
pen in the coffee room.
He did as the apparent habi-
tues did-handed his bathrobe to
an attendant, who rolled it up and
thrust it into a numbered pigeon
hole, handing Gun a small metal
disc with a similar number ON it.,
which had clip to fasten it on to
the tape securing his keys to his
wrist. Then he strolled carelessly
out into the blaze of imitation
sunshine, which he found delight
fully warm. The air, apparently,
was treated. and seemed to have
a faint perfume of flowers about
it. Gun decided that they did the
thing pretty WE'LL
Outside" if one could so de-
scribe it, Gun received something
of a shock, for he suddenly heard
his name called in a rather shrill,
feminine voice.
He turned hastily. cursing I'M
der his breath, for he did not
want his name yelled all over the
place,
AS he did So long, leggy, but
not unpleasing female form
sprang up from a sandy couch,
and Gun saw that it was Daphne
Shelton, who was niece of
Charles Cazelton, a rather wild
and precocious young woman Of
16 years, who was commonly
known by her friends as Squibs.
why, hello. CUM 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
a comprehensive eye over her de-
cidedly slender form.
"Oh, no." answered Daphne,
with unruffied complacency. I'm
just about right-or 1 think so,
at any rate. The fact is. had ra-
Their a terrible night last night,
and this is about the finest place
in the world to pull your stock
ings up after 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 beast. Methuselah.
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 a 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. II was 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-
lily be audible to him:
But. my dear girl, don't be so
stupid. / tell you l haven't been
hanging about at all l was here
to kill time, and just went through
the ordinary routine Of the baths
l was even so certain you wouldn't
be here yourself that / had a cup
of coffee in there-and then | saw
you and came hurrying out right
away Guns tone was that OF a
man unjustly accused, and de-
Tending himself with a touch OF
irritability. He saw that Pu1lin-
ger was taking 1t all in. IF you
had to wait. my sweet" he added
ut was 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