254 ANGEL PAVEMENT

"Completely," said Miss Matfield, opening her door,
"All right, then. Hurry up with the shawl arid I'll get
you the aspirin/7 She closed the door behind her.

IT was rather queer seeing Mr. Golspie again, in the grey
light of Angel Pavement, after that strange meeting at
the Colladium. It was rather like seeing someone you
had just met in a vivid dream. She did some letters for
him the next morning, and when he had finished them,
he dropped his impersonal stare and tone of voice,
grinned at her, and said: ''Enjoy the show last night?"

"Not very much/' she told him. "Did you?"

"No, I didn't," he boomed. "Dead as mutton. Not a
patch on the old halls. They call it Variety now, but
that's about all the variety you get. All the same, isn't
it? I keep trying it, but it's poor stuff. That girl of mine
likes to go. She enjoys it all right. Did you see her last
night? She was there with me."

"I wondered if it was your daughter. She's awfully
pretty, isn't she?"

"Think so?" He was pleased at this. "Well, she's
pretty enough, and knows it, the little monkey. Was
that the young man, the one I saw you with?"

He really had some ghastly expressions. The young
man! "Good lord, no," she cried. "He was just an old
friend who comes from my part of the world. Shall I
bring these letters in to sign as soon as I've done them?"

"I'd like them as soon as possible, Miss Matfield. I
want to be off before lunch. I've got several members of
the Chosen Race to see this afternoon."