IX. — THE LAMP THAT NEVER WENT OUTFirst published in The Windsor Magazine , Vol. 52, Jun-Nov 1920
"Have you seen her?" asked Bones.
He put this question with such laboured unconcern that Hamilton put down his pen and glared suspiciously at his partner.
"She's rather a beauty," Bones went on, toying with his ivory paper- knife. "She has one of those dinky bonnets, dear old thing, that makes you feel awfully braced with life."
Hamilton gasped. He had seen the beautiful Miss Whitland enter the office half an hour before, but he had not noticed her head-dress.
"Her body's dark blue, with teeny red stripes," said Bones dreamily, "and all her fittings are nickel-plated—"
"Stop!" commanded Hamilton hollowly. "To what unhappy woman are you referring in this ribald fashion?"
"Woman!" splutte
