But It’s Jim!
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[?]on't Look Now — But It’s Jim!
In Auckland yachting circles
xmes Patrick Moore and his mcht “Drifter” were written off \ long time ago. At his home club in Wellington a ,:ague had “almost” been mected in the club house to his memory. So when two Ameri cas from the yacht “Romayne”, rolling up Auckland’s Queen creet on a Sunday evening in mrch, were approached by a warded and barefooted gentle ran, who on being shooed away wtested that he was Jim Moore \id that they must surely re member him from their meeting Papeete, the Americans might we been excused for going o£o something like a “bad \rn”.
IThey were the first people to low that Moore had come back :om the dead. (See p. 97). had arrived in Auckland tier dark, pulled ashore for a vuare meal at a restaurant — ist restaurant had been at apeete over seven months i.rlier and by some extra ordinary coincidence the Ameri :ns from “Romayne” were the “s£ to hear the story of his \!2-day passage from Raro mga.