346 ANGEL PAVEMENT

Miss Matfield, to Turgis's surprise, for he expected
her to be disdainful of such idle curiosity, admitted at
once that she would. "I'm rather sorry I didn't ask for
the job/' she added. "It would be amusing to see what
the daughter's like. I have just seen her, but that's all
And I can't imagine what sort of place Mr. Golspie lives
in, though it's probably some furnished maisonette
they're camping in. Maida Vale's stiff with them,"

"Well, I can't fancy that Mr. Golspie having a 'ome
at all/' Miss Sellers put in. "Seems a 'omeless sort of
man to me."

"I'll say 'Good afternoon,'" cried Turgis loudly and
cheerfully, and off he went, the money and the receipt
form snugly tucked away in the inside pocket of his coat,
the best coat he had and all brushed and as natty as you
like. Now for Maida Vale, and no hanging about this
time, but straight as a shot from a gun through the front
gate of 4, Carrington Villas. He hurried out, running
down the stairs, in fear of Mr. Dersingham or Mr.
Smeeth or Miss Golspie or the gods suffering a change
of mind at the last minute and dragging him back to his
desk.

THERE was just light enough, and time enough, for him
to notice that the broken statue, really a plaster thing,
was that of a little boy playing with two large fishes, and
that the two pillars were peeling badly. There were two
bells, one for 4, the other for 4A. He was careful to press
the 4A one. He pressed it several times and altogether
waited nearly five minutes, but nobody came. It looked