LAU GHING TORSO She had just got some money from the theatre and produced a ten-pound note. At this time ten- or even five-pound notes were not, I think, legal tender. I looked in horror at it and said, " You must get some change for that," but she said that it did not matter, I had a horrible presentiment of the trpuble that we might land in. We took a taxi to Dirty Dick's in the City, near Liverpool Street. I paid for the taxi which came to nearly three-and-sixpence. Yvonne was delighted with the City and could hardly believe that Dirty Dick's, with the mummified cats and rats, existed. She had not troubled to remove her stage make-up, which really was very sensational: bright blue eye- lids and enormous eyelashes. All the local custo- mers, sailors, bank-clerks, and old ladies in shawls stared in astonishment. We went in to the farthest bar, where there are festoons of dead cats and rats, old policemen's hats and huge keys, all covered with dust. Dirty Dick was the son of a rich City merchant and lived in the eighteenth century. He was engaged to a young woman who had died on the day of the wedding, and as he had sworn never to wash again, he became known as " Dirty Dick." All the cats from the neighbourhood crowded in through the windows and died there, and he kept a tavern. The port is very good there and we had several glasses and some sandwiches. Yvonne was blissfully happy* I was nervously watching the clock and wondering what would happen when the ten-pound note was produced. She saw the time and she said, " MonDieu^jedoisUreaTAlhambra ^:A^vVv.:-.;". •. 244 -•' '•":• •'-•'• ••• ,'•.':"•'•".