SHRIMP SALAD ON HIS PALM BEACH TROUSERS

Bleak, after removing the shrimp, opened the paper. Inside he read

PLEASE BRING TWO DOZEN RYE-TONGUE SANDWICHES AND AS MUCH SHRIMP
SALAD AS THE BASKET WILL HOLD. AM FAMISHED.

QUIMBLETON.

He looked at the restaurateur in surprise.

"The lady said you were to get the grub and put it in this
basket," said the latter.

"The lady?" inquired Bleak.

"The dame in the car," said Isidor, owner of the Busy Wasp
Lunchroom.

Bleak obeyed orders. He filled the basket with tongue sandwiches
and a huge platter of shrimp salad, paid the check, and carried
the burden to the door of the motor.

At the wheel sat a damsel of extraordinary beauty. The massive
proportions of the enormous car only accentuated the perfection of
her streamline figure. Her chassis was admirable; she was
upholstered in a sports suit of fawn-colored whipcord; and her
sherry-brown eyes were unmodified by any dimming devices. Before
Bleak could say anything she cried eagerly, "Get in, Mr. Bleak!
I've been looking for you everywhere. What a happy moment this