EPILOGUE 607

have liked it. He merely repeated several times more
that they didn't like it. But he was yawning rather than
talking,

"Well, I've just had about four or five months of it,"
said Mr. Golspie, indifferently, 4 and that was quite
enough for me. They're half dead, most of 'em-half
dead. No dash. No guts. I want a place where every-
body's alive, where there's something doing."

"Where were you in London?"

"What-working? Well, my headquarters were in a
funny little street—I don't suppose you've heard of it-
down in the City it is."

"I know the City fairly well."

"I wonder if you know this place. I'd never heard of
it before. Angel Pavemait."

"Angel Pavement? No, I never heard of that. You
win. Well, I must say I'm ready for my lunch, I think
I'll slip down and wash my hands. Well, well, well,
we-ell" He sang these, at the same time stifling a yawn.
"Meet any angels there?"

"What, in Angel Pavement? I can't say I did/*

"Not on view, eh?"

"Not while I was there. I met somebody who nearly
turned into one, but not quite. No, they were all just
human, and they hadn't got too dam1 much of that. I
was sorry for the poor devils—some of ?em."

"All I'm sorry for just now is my inside," said Mr.
Sugden, with great deliberation. "It's crying out for a
piece of steak nicely done and a few chips. Hello, there
go the Customs chaps. We ought to be moving again
soon. And-my wordl-it's time they thought about a
bit o' lunch. Look at the time. Let's go down/'

"Listen. That's it," said Mr. Golspie. "Come on