By Arthur Gask. In shabby cloths and frayed collar, John Stratton
stood watching the life and bustle outside the post office,
conscious that his position was desperate. A grey motor-car, a
pretty girl, and a dropped pocket-book, temporarily send up his
stock.
Then comes the murder on Henley Beach, the police, and--danger.
John Stratton has to confess that he is in rather a tight corner;
but there are always the blue eyes of the girl in the grey car.