She went to her sitting-room, unearthed these copies, and--gasped! For from the column in Monday's paper stared up at her the cryptic words to Rangoon concerning asters in a garden at Canterbury.

In the other three issues as well, she found the identical messages her strawberry man had quoted.
She sat for a moment in deep thought; sat, in fact, until at her door came the enraged knocking of a hungry parent who had been waiting a full hour in the lobby below for her to join him at breakfast.
"Come, come!" boomed her father, entering at her invitation.

"Don't sit here all day mooning.

I'm hungry if you're not." With quick apologies she made ready to accompany him down-stairs.
Firmly, as she planned their campaign for the day, she resolved to put from her mind all thought of Adelphi Terrace.

How well she succeeded may be judged from a speech made by her father that night just before dinner: "Have you lost your tongue, Marian?
You're as uncommunicative as a newly-elected office-holder.