and one of the most attractive of his kind. He sent a note out to the ship informing us that Beck had last advised him to forward his mail to Tulagi in September, and if he was last seen at Ysabel we had best remain at Tulagi until he turns in here for his mail. This immediately changed our plans for us and we hastened to get our luggage off the 'Mataram' and over to the hotel run by the white man Elkington. I was not sorry for this, for the hotel, bearing the sign "Licensed Publican", is cool, clean and hidden among some tall coconut trees and hibiscus bushes, and commands a splendid view of the harbor. We managed to get our stuff off all right but it took eighteen natives to carry it and handle it on the small launch. We registered at Tom Elkington's place, or rather just ambled in and told him we were here to stay until the Lord knew when. We must have cut a very funny figure disembarking with a long string of natives stretched out in front of us as far as the eye could reach. The whereabouts of Beck remains still a total mystery. We have reports of him at different times at Bogota, Guadalcanal, Gizo, Manning Straits and Hivo. It is hard timing anybody in this part of the world because there is no "faster than human travel" transportation. Human travel being what it is here it is a wonder that anybody ever gets any information about anybody at all. Mean- while we have at last a comfortable place to sleep and open quarters to move about in. Saturday, September 10. (Tulagi). Beck is still over the hills and far away. The 'Mataram' has moved over to her berth at Gavutu, unloading the stores for Lever Bros. There is a wonderful place to run here in Tulagi. It is a path that leads along the shore from the Club and the police garrison on the western side of the island. It is really the most ideal spot for