Chums of the "Golden Vanity"

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"It looks as if it's going to be a complete washout," declared Bernard Woodward, glancing at his watch for at least the twentieth time since noon—and it was now nearly two o'clock. "What's to be done if Mr. Harrison doesn't show up?"

"He will," asserted Geoffrey Ensor confidently. "Perhaps something's happened to his jolly old car. That's the yacht, right enough. There can't be two Nornas. It's merely a case of our weary watches keeping."

"Well, there's some slight consolation in that," rejoined his chum. "There's no need to hand them over to 'Uncle' for custody. But I hope to goodness we aren't let down."

The two chums were waiting at Greenbank Steps at Falmouth—waiting to keep an appointment with someone whom they had never seen. The expected meeting was the outcome of an announcement in the Yachting Press. The owner of a twelve-ton yawl had advertised for two young and energetic amateur yachtsmen to accompany him on a cruise to the Brittany ports. Bernard and Geoff had replied to a Box Number with the result that arrangements had been made with the owner, a Mr. Harrison, for the crew to join the yawl Norna at Greenbank, Falmouth, at noon on Tuesday morning.

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