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When they stopped for afternoon tea, Ha about Brighton, but Bones just s before the light had

faded, the light which was sponsored by Mr Jelf blazed whitely in the

lamp that never went out And when the dark caht It flooded the road ahead

with golden radiance, and illuminated the countryside, so that distant

observers speculated upon its origin

"Well, old thing," said Bones over his shoulder, "what do you think of

the lareed Ha

sowith one hand"

Bones brought the other hand up quickly to the wheel and coughed As

for Miss Marguerite Whitland, she laughed softly, but nobody heard her

They were rushing along a country road tree-shaded and high-hedged, and

Bones was singing a little song--when the light went out

It went out with such extraordinary unexpectedness, without soflicker, that he was teht the car

to a standstill

"What's up, Bones?" asked Ha," said Bones "I think the jolly old

typewriter must have touched the key with her knee"

"Indeed?" said Ha that the key

ell over on his side of the car, coughed, this tiht, but nothing happened

"Most extraordinary!" said Bones