Dark, erect, dashing Captain Byron C. Brown, 48, U. S. Army retired, ran a machine-gun company in World War I until he was badly shot up, in later years prospected for gold in British Guiana mine fields. Nowadays, he and Mrs. Brown live quietly on the island of Martha's Vineyard, where summer boarders and the radio provide the chief excitement. One night last winter, tuning around on his all-wave radio, Captain Brown picked up a sure-enough distress call from a tanker aground off Newport, called the U. S. Coast Guard, brought about the rescue of 57 men.
One blustery night last week...
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