... . By ALAN KENNINGTON. (BEING OUR SHORT STORY.)* Blair and Kerrigan sat with their coat-collars turned up under a dripping thorn-hedge on a Sussex road, staring gloomily at the drizzle and darkness around. In the ditch below them lay the wreckage of their car, with a snapped front-axle and one head-lamp still glaring at the sky. Mud and torn branches festooned its bonnet, and long furrows ...

... . By DOUGLAS NEWTON. (BEING OUR SHORT STORY.)* THE actress Misti, the latest of Society's fav ourites, could be adorable even to large, dull men. Her bright, humming-bird glance flattered the stolid and painfully ordinary creature Mrs. Vanton- Waters stopped by the table and intro duced. At the sound of his name she hugged her Peke to her breast with a little cool pipe of laughter. Sugars can ...

... . By SYBIL VINCENT. (BEING OUR SHORT STORY.)* JO did not notice the cloak- room woman's mis take until she picked up the coat to put it on. She had carried it over her arm from the barrier behind which the attendant guards the Hotel Astarte's women guests' possessions to the row of mirrors in the outer room. Here she had thrown it carelessly on a stool while she made up and reflected bitterly ...

... GOOD-NIGHT, SHE SAID. By NAOMI LUDOLF. (BEING OUR SHORT STORY.)* JENNIFER lay back miserably in bed. Ten minutes to eleven! In ten minutes the porter would cut her off from the switch board below. Should she ask him to leave the night-line through to her room? Should she What was the use No one would telephone and relieve her depres sion no one ever did. Maybe she her self rmild think- nf ...

... . By EARDLEY BESWICK. Author o I Original Design. (BEING OUR SHORT STORY.)* WHEN first the telephone bell rang, Pelton rose patiently, wiped greasy hands on a lump of waste, and went to the works manager's office at the end of the workshops. Mean while the bell per sisted, each ring giving the exasperating im pression of impatience being displayed by an insignificant mechanism. London Office ...

... . By DOUGLAS NEWTON. (BEING OUR SHORT STORY.)* CALLET was sure of his man. Two men only had left the destroyer after she had hurried into port. Those two only had caught the London train. One of them must be carry ing abroad the copy of the treaty taken from Count Hroth that was definite. Such military secrets de manded immediate delivery. Also the treaty was in a cipher that could not have ...