I'll be looking for you." But half an hour later, following a wandering, aimless journey through the crooked streets, Barry Houston suddenly straightened with an inspiration.

He whirled, he dived for a cigar store and for a telephone.
"Hello!" he called, after the long wait for connections.

"Mr.Mason?
Don't look for me tomorrow--I believe I'll not be there." "But you haven't given it up ?" "Given up ?" Houston laughed with sudden enthusiasm.

"No--I've just started.

Put the date off a day or two until I can try something that's buzzing around in my head.