The Disappearing Eye...

"Adventures are to the adventurous," said Cannington, with the air of a man who believes that he is saying something undeniably smart. "Good Lord!" I retorted, twisting the motor car round a corner. "Since when has the British subaltern given up his leisure to reading Beaconsfield's novels?" Cannington serenely puffed his cigarette into a brighter glow. "I don't know what you're talking about, old chap," said he indifferently. "I talk of 'Ixion in Heaven,' or--if you prefer it--of 'Coningsby.' B