Bundle set out to keep her appointment with Bill on the following eveningfull of expectation.
Bill greeted her with every sign of elation1.
“Bill really is rather nice,” thought Bundle to herself. “Just like a large,clumsy dog that wags its tail when it’s pleased to see you.”
The large dog was uttering short staccato yelps2 of comment and inform-ation.
“You look tremendously fit, Bundle. I can’t tell you how pleased I am tosee you. I’ve ordered oysters3—you do like oysters, don’t you? And how’severything? What did you want to go mouldering4 about abroad so long?
Were you having a very gay time?”
“No, deadly,” said Bundle. “Perfectly5 foul6. Old diseased colonels creepingabout in the sun, and active, wizened7 spinsters running libraries andchurches.”
“Give me England,” said Bill. “I bar this foreign business — exceptSwitzerland. Switzerland’s all right. I’m thinking of going this Christmas.
Why don’t you come along?”
“I’ll think about it,” said Bundle. “What have you been doing with your-self lately, Bill?”
It was an incautious query8. Bundle had merely made it out of politenessand as a preliminary to introducing her own topics of conversation. Itwas, however, the opening for which Bill had been waiting.
“That’s just what I’ve been wanting to tell you about. You’re brainy,Bundle, and I want your advice. You know that musical show, ‘Damn YourEyes?’ ”
“Yes.”
“Well, I’m going to tell you about one of the dirtiest pieces of work ima-ginable. My God! the theatrical9 crowd. There’s a girl—a Yankee girl—aperfect stunner—”
Bundle’s heart sank. The grievances10 of Bill’s lady friends were alwaysinterminable—they went on and on and there was no stemming them.
“This girl, Babe St. Maur her name is—”
“I wonder how she got her name?” said Bundle sarcastically11.
Bill replied literally12.
“She got it out of Who’s Who. Opened it and jabbed her finger down on apage without looking. Pretty nifty, eh? Her real name’s Goldschmidt or Ab-rameier—something quite impossible.”
“Oh, quite,” agreed Bundle.
“Well, Babe St. Maur is pretty smart. And she’s got muscles. She was oneof the eight girls who made the living bridge—”
“Bill,” said Bundle desperately13. “I went to see Jimmy Thesiger yesterdaymorning.”
“Good old Jimmy,” said Bill. “Well, as I was telling you, Babe’s prettysmart. You’ve got to be nowadays. She can put it over on most theatricalpeople. If you want to live, be high-handed, that’s what Babe says. Andmind you, she’s the goods all right. She can act—it’s marvellous how thatgirl can act. She’d not much chance in ‘Damn Your Eyes’—just swamped ina pack of good-looking girls. I said why not try the legitimate14 stage—youknow, Mrs. Tanqueray—that sort of stuff—but Babe just laughed—”
“Have you seen Jimmy at all?”
“Saw him this morning. Let me see, where was I? Oh, yes, I hadn’t got tothe rumpus yet. And mind you it was jealousy15—sheer, spiteful jealousy.
The other girl wasn’t a patch on Babe for looks and she knew it. So shewent behind her back—”
Bundle resigned herself to the inevitable16 and heard the whole story ofthe unfortunate circumstances which had led up to Babe St. Maur’s sum-mary disappearance17 from the cast of “Damn Your Eyes.” It took a longtime. When Bill finally paused for breath and sympathy, Bundle said:
“You’re quite right, Bill, it’s a rotten shame. There must be a lot of jeal-ousy about—”
“The whole theatrical world’s rotten with it.”
“It must be. Did Jimmy say anything to you about coming down to theAbbey next week?”
For the first time, Bill gave his attention to what Bundle was saying.
“He was full of a long rigmarole he wanted me to stuff Codders with.
About wanting to stand in the Conservative interest. But you know,Bundle, it’s too damned risky18.”
“Stuff,” said Bundle. “If George does find him out, he won’t blame you.
You’ll just have been taken in, that’s all.”
“That’s not it at all,” said Bill. “I mean it’s too damned risky for Jimmy.
Before he knows where he is, he’ll be parked down somewhere like Toot-ing East, pledged to kiss babies and make speeches. You don’t know howthorough Codders is and how frightfully energetic.”
“Well, we’ll have to risk that,” said Bundle. “Jimmy can take care of him-self all right.”
“You don’t know Codders,” repeated Bill.
“Who’s coming to this party, Bill? Is it anything very special?”
“Only the usual sort of muck. Mrs. Macatta for one.”
“The M.P.?”
“Yes, you know, always going off the deep end about Welfare and PureMilk and Save the Children. Think of poor Jimmy being talked to by her.”
“Never mind Jimmy. Go on telling me.”
“Then there’s the Hungarian, what they call a Young Hungarian. Count-ess something unpronounceable. She’s all right.”
He swallowed as though embarrassed, and Bundle observed that he wascrumbling his bread nervously19.
“Young and beautiful?” she inquired delicately.
“Oh, rather.”
“I didn’t know George went in for female beauty much.”
“Oh, he doesn’t. She runs baby feeding in Buda Pesth —something likethat. Naturally she and Mrs. Macatta want to get together.”
“Who else?”
“Sir Stanley Digby—”
“The Air Minister?”
“Yes. And his secretary, Terence O’Rourke. He’s rather a lad, by the way—or used to be in his flying days. Then there’s a perfectly poisonous Ger-man chap called Herr Eberhard. I don’t know who he is, but we’re all mak-ing the hell of a fuss about him. I’ve been twice told off to take him out tolunch, and I can tell you, Bundle, it was no joke. He’s not like the Embassychaps, who are all very decent. This man sucks in soup and eats peas witha knife. Not only that, but the brute20 is always biting his fingernails—posit-ively gnaws21 at them.”
“Pretty foul.”
“Isn’t it? I believe he invents things—something of the kind. Well, that’sall. Oh, yes, Sir Oswald Coote.”
“And Lady Coote?”
“Yes, I believe she’s coming too.”
Bundle sat lost in thought for some minutes. Bill’s list was suggestive,but she hadn’t time to think out various possibilities just now. She mustget on to the next point.
“Bill,” she said, “what’s all this about Seven Dials?”
Bill at once looked horribly embarrassed. He blinked and avoided herglance.
“I don’t know what you mean,” he said.
“Nonsense,” said Bundle. “I was told you know all about it.”
“About what?”
This was rather a poser. Bundle shifted her ground.
“I don’t see what you want to be so secretive for,” she complained.
“Nothing to be secretive about. Nobody goes there much now. It wasonly a craze.”
This sounded puzzling.
“One gets so out of things when one is away,” said Bundle in a sad voice.
“Oh, you haven’t missed much,” said Bill. “Everyone went there just tosay they had been. It was boring really, and, my God, you can get tired offried fish.”
“Where did everyone go?”
“To the Seven Dials Club, of course,” said Bill, staring. “Wasn’t that whatyou were asking about?”
“I didn’t know it by that name,” said Bundle.
“Used to be a slummy sort of district round about Tottenham Court Roadway. It’s all pulled down and cleaned up now. But the Seven Dials Clubkeeps to the old atmosphere. Fried fish and chips. General squalor. Kind ofEast End stunt22, but awfully23 handy to get at after a show.”
“It’s a nightclub, I suppose,” said Bundle. “Dancing and all that?”
“That’s it. Awfully mixed crowd. Not a posh affair. Artists, you know,and all sorts of odd women and a sprinkling of our lot. They say quite a lotof things, but I think that that’s all bunkum myself, just said to make theplace go.”
“Good,” said Bundle. “We’ll go there tonight.”
“Oh! I shouldn’t do that,” said Bill. His embarrassment24 had returned. “Itell you it’s played out. Nobody goes there now.”
“Well, we’re going.”
“You wouldn’t care for it, Bundle. You wouldn’t really.”
“You’re going to take me to the Seven Dials Club and nowhere else, Bill.
And I should like to know why you are so unwilling25?”
“I? Unwilling?”
“Painfully so. What’s the guilty secret?”
“Guilty secret?”
“Don’t keep repeating what I say. You do it to give yourself time.”
“I don’t,” said Bill indignantly. “It’s only—”
“Well? I know there’s something. You never can conceal26 anything.”
“I’ve got nothing to conceal. It’s only—”
“Well?”
“It’s a long story—You see, I took Babe St. Maur there one night—”
“Oh! Babe St. Maur again.”
“Why not?”
“I didn’t know it was about her—” said Bundle, stifling27 a yawn.
“As I say, I took Babe there. She rather fancied a lobster28. I had a lobsterunder my arm—”
The story went on—When the lobster had been finally dismembered ina struggle between Bill and a fellow who was a rank outsider, Bundlebrought her attention back to him.
“I see,” she said. “And there was a row?”
“Yes, but it was my lobster. I’d bought it and paid for it. I had a perfectright—”
“Oh, you had, you had,” said Bundle hastily. “But I’m sure that’s all for-gotten now. And I don’t care for lobsters29 anyway. So let’s go.”
“We may be raided by the police. There’s a room upstairs where theyplay baccarat.”
“Father will have to come and bail30 me out, that’s all. Come on, Bill.”
Bill still seemed rather reluctant, but Bundle was adamant31 and theywere soon speeding to their destination in a taxi.
The place, when they got to it, was much as she imagined it would be. Itwas a tall house in a narrow street, 14 Hunstanton Street; she noted32 thenumber.
A man whose face was strangely familiar opened the door. She thoughthe started slightly when he saw her, but he greeted Bill with respectful re-cognition. He was a tall man, with fair hair, a rather weak, anaemic faceand slightly shifty eyes. Bundle puzzled to herself where she could haveseen him before.
Bill had recovered his equilibrium33 now and quite enjoyed doing show-man. They danced in the cellar, which was very full of smoke—so much sothat you saw everyone through a blue haze34. The smell of fried fish was al-most overpowering.
On the wall were rough charcoal35 sketches36, some of them executed withreal talent. The company was extremely mixed. There were portly foreign-ers, opulent Jewesses, a sprinkling of the really smart, and several ladiesbelonging to the oldest profession in the world.
Soon Bill led Bundle upstairs. There the weak-faced man was on guard,watching all those admitted to the gambling37 room with a lynx eye. Sud-denly recognition came to Bundle.
“Of course,” she said. “How stupid of me. It’s Alfred who used to besecond footman at Chimneys. How are you, Alfred?”
“Nicely, thank you, your Ladyship.”
“When did you leave Chimneys, Alfred? Was it long before we gotback?”
“It was about a month ago, m’lady. I got a chance of bettering myself,and it seemed a pity not to take it.”
“I suppose they pay you very well here,” remarked Bundle.
“Very fair, m’lady.”
Bundle passed in. It seemed to her that in this room the real life of theclub was exposed. The stakes were high, she saw that at once, and thepeople gathered round the two tables were of the true type. Hawkeyed,haggard, with the gambling fever in their blood.
She and Bill stayed here for about half an hour. Then Bill grew restive38.
“Let’s get out of this place, Bundle, and go on dancing.”
Bundle agreed. There was nothing to be seen here. They went downagain. They danced for another half hour, had fish and chips, and thenBundle declared herself ready to go home.
“But it’s so early,” Bill protested.
“No, it isn’t. Not really. And, anyway, I’ve got a long day in front of metomorrow.”
“What are you going to do?”
“That depends,” said Bundle mysteriously. “But I can tell you this, Bill,the grass is not going to grow under my feet.”
“It never does,” said Mr. Eversleigh.

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