Was My Face Grey?

New Zealand Listener, Volume 17, Issue 439, 21 November 1947, Page 10

Was My Face Grey?

| HAVE just finished listening to the second instalment of 2YD’s Grey Face, which is just my cup of tea, or, as the culture-hound might prefer to put it, my shot of coke. It has everything, a heroine who is scatty and an ex-newspaper reporter (though it is a secret between her late employer and herself whether she is an ex because she is scatty or merely because she gave up her Career to marry the hero), bright yet unsubtle repartee, and a sleuth who makes up for his lack of finesse by being completely indestructible. On our last corpse detective and hero discovered a note saying, "If you want to know who did it look in the desk of my flat in Half-Moon Street," whereupon, without waiting for or even summoning the hand-writing expert the two proceed, at dead of night, without even a spare battery for the flashlight, to their

Assignation with Anubis. (I forgot to mention that there is also an Egyptian motif.) However, they survive this | adventure and live to make an appointment with Dr. Death (an actual character, not a personification), and at the end of the episode are rewarded with an intimation that Dr. Death is a comember with the mysterious Grey Face of the Brotherhood of the Jackal, a conclusion which I feel sure the heroine | would: have reached by swift feminine intuition the moment she heard that unfortunate moniker. However, _ it’s easy to recover a sense of proportion in these matters after being brought to earth by the Wellington District Weather Report, but during the previous half-hour I must admit that my

critical faculties were somewhat corroded by the creepiness of the atmosphere.