Around the whole was a folded newspaper, and Sister James gently pulled it out with a cry of delight. Just then the beds shook once more, and we both reached for the jug of honey, bumping heads as we caught it right on the brink of going over.

"Blast them!" she said, and then began to unfold the pages. It was a London newspaper, and in it was the engagement announcement of her middle sister. She read it hungrily, having missed the excitement of the proposal. Sitting back, she said, "Oh, how I wish I could be there for the wedding!"

We munched on stale biscuits that we'd found tucked in the scarf, and speculated on the chances of the marriage taking place in early autumn as planned.

I coughed as the next shell landed, catching me with a mouthful of biscuit crumbs. "If I were her," I said, clearing my throat, "I'd want to be married as soon as may be. Still, a Christmas wedding would be nice."

"If Henry can manage leave…"

We fell silent. Henry had proposed on his last leave. There might not be another.

Sister James said, "Well. We can hope." She took the engagement notice out of the newspaper and folded it carefully, stowing it in her trunk. I picked up the rest of the pages to search for the obituaries.

Instead I found myself staring at a pen-and-ink drawing of a woman's face. Beneath it was the caption: Police Ask for Witnesses-Evanson Murder Still Unsolved.

Startled-for I recognized the face-I read on. The murder of Mrs. Marjorie Evanson, wife of Lieutenant Meriwether Evanson, presently in hospital in Hampshire, remains a mystery. Police are asking any witnesses who may have seen her to step forward. Mrs. Evanson left her residence shortly after noon on 15 May and was never seen alive again. Tracing her movements that fateful day has proved difficult, and Scotland Yard has now turned to the public for assistance in learning where she might have gone and whom she may have seen…