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Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips), 1866-1946

"The Black Box"

They all stood and watched the train depart.
Then they turned away from the depot.
"Now for a little holiday," Quest declared, passing Lenora's arm through
his. "We'll just have a look round the city and then get down to San Diego
and take a look at the Exposition there. No responsibilities, no one to
look after, nothing to do but enjoy ourselves."
"Capital!" the Professor agreed, beaming upon them all. "There is a
collection of fossilised remains in the museum here, the study of which
will afford me the greatest pleasure and interest."
The girls laughed heartily.
"I think you and I," Quest suggested, turning to them, "will part company
with the Professor!"
* * * * *
Quest and Lenora turned away from the window of the hotel, out of which
they had been gazing for the last quarter of an hour. Stretched out before
them were the lights of the Exposition, a blur of twinkling diamonds
against the black garb of night. Beyond, the flashing of a light-house and
a faint background of dark sea.
"It's too beautiful," Lenora sighed.
Quest stood for a moment shaking his head. The Professor with a pile of
newspapers stretched out before him, was completely engrossed in their
perusal. Laura, who had been sitting in an armchair at the further end of
the apartment, was apparently deep in thought. The newspaper which she had
been reading had slipped unnoticed from her fingers.
"Say, you two are no sort of people for a holiday," Quest declared.


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