noon
Had a jolly trip on the train , all the Scorps laying bets as to who would be first to meet Kathleen . I lay low , but did some planning . Did n't want to let these English blighters get ahead of me , especially after all the ragging Indiana Joe got in the story . Train stopped at Birmingham at noon . My tobacco pouch had run empty , and I hopped out to buy some Murray 's at the newsstand . Saw the prettiest flapper of my life on the platform -- the real English type ; tweed suit , dark hair , gray eyes , and cheeks like almond blossoms . She had on a blue tam-o ' shanter .