The Mystery of the Green Ray

The youth in the multi-coloured blazer laughed. "You'd have to come and be a nurse," he suggested. "Oh, I'd go as a drummer-boy. I'd look fine in uniform, wouldn't I?" the waitress simpered in return. Dennis Burnham swallowed his liqueur in one savage gulp, pushed back his chair, and rose from the table. "Silly young ass," he said, in a voice loud enough for the object of his wrath to hear. "Let's get outside."