I shall
begin with grapefruit. I realize that I am suddenly very fond of
grapefruit.
How bromidic to note it--we have many tastes in common!
EX-STRAWBERRY MAN.
The third letter from her correspondent of the Agony Column
increased in the mind of the lovely young woman at the Carlton the
excitement and tension the second had created. For a long time, on
the Saturday morning of its receipt, she sat in her room puzzling
over the mystery of the house in Adelphi Terrace. When first she
had heard that Captain Fraser-Freer, of the Indian Army, was dead
of a knife wound over the heart, the news had shocked her like that
of the loss of some old and dear friend. She had desired
passionately the apprehension of his murderer, and had turned over
and over in her mind the possibilities of white asters, a scarab
pin and a Homburg hat.
Perhaps the girl longed for the arrest of the guilty man thus keenly
because this jaunty young friend of hers--a friend whose name she
did not know--to whom, indeed, she had never spoken--was so
dangerously entangled in the affair. For from what she knew of
Geoffrey West, from her casual glance in the restaurant and, far
more, from his letters, she liked him extremely.
And now came his third letter, in which he related the connection
of that hat, that pin and those asters with the column in the Mail
which had first brought them together.
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