"Miss Mayonnaise, indeed, is as thoroughly missing as sauce Neuburg from American life. "She was a grand girl in a gentlemanly way and things really don't look so good as to her fate. "It is deplorable that the sands of the desert carry no wireless and the palm trees in this regard are also imperturbable. "The terribly alarmed world has spoken to the British authorities demanding an immediate search but the discouraging reply has been: 'What can we do? The Sahara is so much larger than Scotland Yard!' "Lord Tawdry, the magnificently-mustached brother of Miss Mayonnaise, is concerned to distraction. "He stopped playing bridge long enough to say so. "A hotel porter of the Biscuit whom she forgot to tip, it is understood, has instituted a search for her but found no trace of the daring young adventurer in a seventy-mile trip out on the desert beyond 86,000 cigarette stumps. "And some scattered Arabs running around the Sahara asking Allah to alleviate their condition in the matter of a she-demon who is banging a great and well-known Sheik about haphazardly. "They have given her the name of 'Jinny.' "Although this clue is, of course, unpromising it was learned by cable late last night that Sherlock Holmes has telephoned Doctor Watson to come on over to Baker street, he's got something interesting on. "Confidence has been hopefully and freely expressed that if Mr. Holmes doesn't find Miss Mayonnaise he will, at any rate, lose Watson." Verbeena's hopes and aims went vaunting in a very triumphant manner on the reading of this clipping. It was mean, however, she thought of Mr. Hitchings not to have shown it to her. Yet leaving it behind may have been one of his subtleties. Anyway, hooray! Obviously she sensed palpably that it was all highly intriguing. Mad emotions stirred the Sheik to follow her with an admiring eye when to show how pleased she was she went forth on the newly leased oasis and threw herself among the tops of the palm trees indiscriminately. In swift palpitation that made his heart beat the Sheik hugged his bandaged ribs and watched her. She moved gracefully among the tree tops snapping branches off heartlessly. She radiated, also, he saw, mercilessly among the verbiage. In spite of a week's notice, for Verbeena meant to can Spaghetti, the faithful fellow had drawn up to the Sheik's side and Amut turning wonderingly toward him asked wildly: "Are they the Willies she's got or what?" "O, Monseigneur, merely angelically acrobatic," said Spaghetti with a touch of reverence that was reverberating. Suddenly Verbeena vamoosed from the palm trees, fell thirty feet with a happy turn which landed her directly on the shampoo bandage which was the Sheik's native headgear.