ANGEL PAVEMENT

"1 don't pretend to/' Miss Matfield told her.

"But there's a something-a hint, you might &ay, of
dark, wild forces. I don't suppose you have any, really,
but there's a look. That's where you completely beat
me. I haven't that look at all, whereas if people only
knew what I was really like—well, never mind. But you
have it, though if I were you—particularly now, when
you've made up your mind to be a One—I should do my
hair rather differently. You ought to have it out at the
side more. I'll show you what I mean. You watch,
Cadnam, and see if you don't agree."

"Ye-es, I think you're probably right/' said Miss Mat
field finally.

"By the way," said Miss Morrison, "there's a dance
here on New Year's Eve. And as nobody has asked me
anywhere else, I think I'll go, and I might be able to
persuade a couple of men I know vaguely to look in.
They're not very bright lads, but they're energetic and
harmless and better than nothing. What about you,
Matfield? A dance at the Burpenfield is perhaps hardly
a proper start on the downward path—but still, you
never know,"

"Oh yes, I'll be there/' said Miss Matfield. But she
wasn't.

MANY a time afterwards, Miss Matfield wondered if Mr.
Golspie deliberately engineered that staying late on
New Year's Eve. She never asked him and never made
up her own mind about it. At the time, it seemed acci-
dental enough, He had looked in at the office during the