wing something somebody else doesn't know and is dying to! The name of the Ship's Mystery is supposed to be Storm, Peter Storm. I say "supposed," advisedly. Because it may be anything. They don't worry with passenger lists for third-class people; they're just a seething, nameless mass, apparently. But anything remarkable bubbles up to the top, as in the case of the alleged Peter Storm. Naturally, his fellow-passengers have nicknamed him "The Stormy Petrel."
What is he really? we wonder. A jewel shines more brightly at night, and perhaps it's the contrast between the Stormy Petrel and those "fellow-passengers" of his which makes him look so very great a gentleman, despite the fact that his clothes might have been bought at a second hand--no, a fourth or fifth hand--shop. The creature wears flannel shirts (he seems, thank heaven, to have several to change with, of different colours) and they have low, turn-over collars. Apparently all his neckties were torpedoed with his money, for he never spor
Equally charming sequel to "The Lighting Conductor," a delightful mixture of travelogue, mystery and romance told with enthusiasm and humor. Like its predecessor, this story takes the form of letters from the various protagonists, so one is treated to several different views of some of the principal events. It's a thoroughly enjoyable read, and I look forward to "The Lightning Conductor Returns," the third book in the series.