THE FORELOCK OF TIME One morning not long after the incidents just related, Brewster lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, deep in thought.

There was a worried pucker on his forehead, half-hidden by the rumpled hair, and his eyes were wide and sleepless.

He had dined at the Drews' the evening before and had had an awakening.

As he thought of the matter he could recall no special occurrence that he could really use as evidence.

Colonel and Mrs.Drew had been as kind as ever and Barbara could not have been more charming.