Chapter 2 Which Describes an Evening in Strange Company
The love-affair of Enid Challenger and Edward Malone is not of the slightes_nterest to the reader, for the simple reason that it is not of the slightes_nterest to the writer. The unseen, unnoticed lure of the unborn babe i_ommon to all youthful humanity. We deal in this chronicle with matters whic_re less common and of higher interest. It is only mentioned in order t_xplain those terms of frank and intimate comradeship which the narrativ_iscloses. If the human race has obviously improved in anything — in Anglo- Celtic countries, at least — it is that the prim affectations and sly deceit_f the past are lessened, and that young men and women can meet in an equalit_f clean and honest comradeship.
A taxi took the adventurers down Edgware Road and into the side-street called
"Helbeck Terrace." Halfway down, the dull line of brick houses was broken b_ne glowing gap, where an open arch threw a flood of light into the street.
The cab pulled up and the man opened the door.
"This is the Spiritualist Church, sir," said he. Then, as he saluted t_cknowledge his tip, he added in the wheezy voice of the man of all weathers:
"Tommy-rot, I call it, sir." Having eased his conscience thus, he climbed int_is seat and a moment later his red rear-lamp was a waning circle in th_loom. Malone laughed.
"Vox populi, Enid. That is as far as the public has got at present."
"Well, it is as far as we have got, for that matter."
"Yes, but we are prepared to give them a show. I don't suppose Cabby is. B_ove, it will be hard luck if we can't get in!"
There was a crowd at the door and a man was facing them from the top of th_tep, waving his arms to keep them back.
"It's no good, friends. I am very sorry, but we can't help it. We've bee_hreatened twice with prosecution for over-crowding." He turned facetious.
"Never heard of an Orthodox Church getting into trouble for that. No, sir, no."
"I've come all the way from 'Ammersmith," wailed a voice. The light beat upo_he eager, anxious face of the speaker, a little woman in black with a baby i_er arms.
"You've come for clairvoyance, Mam," said the usher, with intelligence. "Se_ere, give me the name and address and I will write you, and Mrs. Debbs wil_ive you a sitting gratis. That's better than taking your chance in the crow_hen, with all the will in the world, you can't all get a turn. You'll hav_er to yourself. No, sir, there's no use shovin'… What's that?… Press?"
He had caught Malone by the elbow.
"Did you say Press? The Press boycott us, sir. Look at the weekly list o_ervices in a Saturday's Times if you doubt it. You wouldn't know there wa_uch a thing as Spiritualism… What paper, sir?… 'The Daily Gazette.' Well, well, we are getting on. And the lady, too?… Special article — my word! Stic_o me, sir, and I'll see what I can do. Shut the doors, Joe. No use, friends.
When the building fund gets on a bit we'll have more room for you. Now, Miss, this way, if you please."
This way proved to be down the street and round a side-alley which brough_hem to a small door with a red lamp shining above it.
"I'll have to put you on the platform — there's no standing room in the bod_f the hall."
"Good gracious!" cried Enid.
"You'll have a fine view, Miss, and maybe get a readin' for yourself if you_ucky. It often happens that those nearest the medium get the best chance.
Now, sir, in here!"
Here was a frowsy little room with some hats and top-coats draping the dirty, white-washed walls. A thin, austere woman, with eyes which gleamed from behin_er glasses, was warming her gaunt hands over a small fire. With his back t_he fire in the traditional British attitude was a large, fat man with _loodless face, a ginger moustache and curious, light-blue eyes — the eyes o_ deep-sea mariner. A little bald-headed man with huge horn-rimmed spectacles, and a very handsome and athletic youth in a blue lounge-suit completed th_roup.
"The others have gone on the platform, Mr. Peeble. There's only five seat_eft for ourselves." It was the fat man talking.
"I know, I know," said the man who had been addressed as Peeble, a nervous, stringy, dried-up person as he now appeared in the light. "But this is th_ress, Mr. Bolsover. Daily Gazette special article… Malone, the name, an_hallenger. This is Mr. Bolsover, our President. This is Mrs. Debbs o_iverpool, the famous clairvoyante. Here is Mr. James, and this tall youn_entleman is Mr. Hardy Williams, our energetic secretary. Mr. Williams is _ailer for the buildin' fund. Keep your eye on your pockets if Mr. Williams i_round."
They all laughed.
"Collection comes later," said Mr. Williams, smiling.
"A good, rousing article is our best collection," said the stout president.
"Ever been to a meeting before, sir?"
"No," said Malone.
"Don't know much about it, I expect."
"No, I don't."
"Well, well, we must expect a slating. They get it from the humorous angle a_irst. We'll have you writing a very comic account. I never could see anythin_ery funny in the spirit of one's dead wife, but it's a matter of taste and o_nowledge also. If they don't know, how can they take it seriously? I don'_lame them. We were mostly like that ourselves once. I was one of Bradlaugh'_en, and sat under Joseph MacCabe until my old Dad came and pulled me out."
"Good for him!" said the Liverpool medium.
"It was the first time I found I had powers of my own. I saw him like I se_ou now."
"Was he one of us in the body?"
"Knew no more than I did. But they come on amazin' at the other side if th_ight folk get hold of them."
"Time's up!" said Mr. Peeble, snapping his watch. "You are on the right of th_hair, Mrs. Debbs. Will you go first? Then you, Mr. Chairman. Then you two an_yself. Get on the left, Mr. Hardy Williams, and lead the singin'. They wan_armin' up and you can do it. Now then, if you please!"
The platform was already crowded, but the newcomers threaded their way to th_ront amid a decorous murmur of welcome. Mr. Peeble shoved and exhorted an_wo end seats emerged upon which Enid and Malone perched themselves. Th_rrangement suited them well, for they could use their notebooks freely behin_he shelter of the folk in front.
"What is your reaction?" whispered Enid.
"Not impressed as yet."
"No, nor I," said Enid, "but it's very interesting all the same."
People who are in earnest are always interesting, whether you agree with the_r not, and it was impossible to doubt that these people were extremel_arnest. The hall was crammed, and as one looked down one saw line after lin_f upturned faces, curiously alike in type, women predominating, but me_unning them close. That type was not distinguished nor intellectual, but i_as undeniably healthy, honest and sane. Small trades-folk, male and femal_hopwalkers, better class artisans, lower middle-class women worn wit_ousehold cares, occasional young folk in search of a sensation — these wer_he impressions which the audience conveyed to the trained observation o_alone.
The fat president rose and raised his hand.
"My friends," said he, "we have had once more to exclude a great number o_eople who desired to be with us to-night. It's all a question of the buildin_und, and Mr. Williams on my left will be glad to hear from any of you I wa_n a hotel last week and they had a notice hung up in the reception bureau:
'No cheques accepted'. That's not the way Brother Williams talks. You just tr_im."
The audience laughed. The atmosphere was clearly that of the lecture-hal_ather than of the Church.
"There's just one more thing I want to say before I sit down. I'm not here t_alk. I'm here to hold this chair down and I mean to do it. It's a hard thin_ ask. I want Spiritualists to keep away on Sunday nights. They take up th_oom that inquirers should have. You can have the morning service. But it_etter for the cause that there should be room for the stranger. You've ha_t. Thank God for it. Give the other man a chance." The president plumped bac_nto his chair.
Mr. Peeble sprang to his feet. He was clearly the general utility man wh_merges in every society and probably becomes its autocrat. With his thin, eager face and darting hands he was more than a live wire — he was a whol_undle of live wires. Electricity seemed to crackle from his fingertips.
"Hymn One!" he shrieked.
A harmonium droned and the audience rose. It was a fine hymn and lustily sung:
"The world hath felt a quickening breath
From Heaven's eternal shore,
And souls triumphant over death
Return to earth once more."
There was a ring of exultation in the voices as the refrain rolled out:
"For this we hold our Jubilee
For this with joy we sing,
Oh Grave, where is thy victory
Oh Death, where is thy sting?"
Yes, they were in earnest, these people. And they did not appear to b_entally weaker than their fellows. And yet both Enid and Malone felt _ensation of great pity as they looked at them. How sad to be deceived upon s_ntimate a matter as this, to be duped by impostors who used their most sacre_eelings and their beloved dead as counters with which to cheat them. What di_hey know of the laws of evidence, of the cold, immutable decrees o_cientific law? Poor earnest, honest, deluded people!
"Now!" screamed Mr. Peeble. "We shall ask Mr. Munro from Australia to give u_he invocation."
A wild-looking old man with a shaggy beard and slumbering fire in his eye_ose up and stood for a few seconds with his gaze cast down. Then he began _rayer, very simple, very unpremeditated. Malone jotted down the firs_entence: "Oh, Father, we are very ignorant folk and do not well know how t_pproach you, but we will pray to you the best we know how." It was all cas_n that humble key. Enid and Malone exchanged a swift glance of appreciation.
There was another hymn, less successful than the first, and the chairman the_nnounced that Mr. James Jones of North Wales would now deliver a tranc_ddress which would embody the views of his well-known control, Alasha th_tlantean.
Mr. James Jones, a brisk and decided little man in a faded check suit, came t_he front and, after standing a minute or so as if in deep thought, gave _iolent shudder and began to talk. It must be admitted that save for a certai_ixed stare and vacuous glazing of the eye there was nothing to show tha_nything save Mr. James Jones of North Wales was the orator. It has also to b_tated that if Mr. Jones shuddered at the beginning it was the turn of hi_udience to shudder afterwards. Granting his own claim, he had proved clearl_hat an Atlantean spirit might be a portentous bore. He droned on wit_latitudes and ineptitudes while Malone whispered to Enid that if Alasha was _air specimen of the population it was just as well that his native land wa_afely engulfed in the Atlantic Ocean. When, with another rather melodramati_hudder, he emerged from his trance, the chairman sprang to his feet with a_lacrity which showed that he was taking no risks lest the Atlantean shoul_eturn.
"We have present with us to-night," he cried, "Mrs. Debbs, the well-know_lairvoyante of Liverpool. Mrs. Debbs is, as many of you know, richly endowe_ith several of those gifts of the spirit of which Saint Paul speaks, and th_iscerning of spirits is among them. These things depend upon laws which ar_eyond our control, but a sympathetic atmosphere is essential, and Mrs. Debb_ill ask for your good wishes and your prayers while she endeavours to ge_nto touch with some of those shining ones on the other side who may honour u_ith their presence to-night."
The president sat down and Mrs. Debbs rose amid discreet applause. Very tall, very pale, very thin, with an aquiline face and eyes shining brightly fro_ehind her gold-rimmed glasses, she stood facing her expectant audience. He_ead was bent. She seemed to be listening.
"Vibrations!" she cried at last. "I want helpful vibrations. Give me a vers_n the harmonium, please."
The instrument droned out "Jesu, Lover of my soul."
The audience sat in silence, expectant and a little awed.
The hall was not too well lit and dark shadows lurked in the corners. Th_edium still bent her head as if her ears were straining. Then she raised he_and and the music stopped.
"Presently! Presently! All in good time," said the woman, addressing som_nvisible companion. Then to the audience, "I don't feel that the condition_re very good to-night. I will do my best and so will they. But I must talk t_ou first."
And she talked. What she said seemed to the two strangers to be absolut_abble. There was no consecutive sense in it, though now and again a phrase o_entence caught the attention. Malone put his stylo in his pocket. There wa_o use reporting a lunatic. A Spiritualist next him saw his bewildered disgus_nd leaned towards him.
"She's tuning in. She's getting her wave length," he whispered. "It's all _atter of vibration. Ah, there you are!"
She had stopped in the very middle of a sentence. Her long arm and quiverin_orefinger shot out. She was pointing at an elderly woman in the second row.
"You! Yes, you, with the red feather. No, not you. The stout lady in front.
Yes, you! There is a spirit building up behind you. It is a man. He is a tal_an — six foot maybe. High forehead, eyes grey or blue, a long chin brow_oustache, lines on his face. Do you recognize him, friend?"
The stout woman looked alarmed, but shook her head.
"Well, see if I can help you. He is holding up a book — brown book with _lasp. It's a ledger same as they have in offices. I get the words 'Caledonia_nsurance'. Is that any help?"
The stout woman pursed her lips and shook her head.
"Well, I can give you a little more. He died after a long illness. I get ches_rouble — asthma."
The stout woman was still obdurate, but a small, angry, red-faced person, tw_laces away from her, sprang to her feet.
"It's my 'usband, ma'm. Tell 'im I don't want to 'ave any more dealin's wit_im." She sat down with decision.
"Yes, that's right. He moves to you now. He was nearer the other. He wants t_ay he's sorry. It doesn't do, you know, to have hard feelings to the dead.
Forgive and forget. It's all over. I get a message for you. It is: 'Do it an_y blessing go with you'! Does that mean anything to you?"
The angry woman looked pleased and nodded.
"Very good." The clairvoyante suddenly darted out her finger towards the crow_t the door "It's for the soldier."
A soldier in khaki, looking very much amazed, was in the front of the knot o_eople.
"Wot's for me?" he asked.
"It's a soldier. He has a corporal's stripes. He is a big man with grizzle_air. He has a yellow tab on his shoulders. I get the initials J. H. Do yo_now him?"
"Yes — but he's dead," said the soldier.
He had not understood that it was a Spiritualistic Church, and the whol_roceedings had been a mystery to him. They were rapidly explained by hi_eighbours. "My Gawd!" cried the soldier, and vanished amid a general titter.
In the pause Malone could hear the constant mutter of the medium as she spok_o someone unseen.
"Yes, yes, wait your turn! Speak up, woman! Well, take your place near him.
How should I know? Well, I will if I can." She was like a janitor at th_heatre marshalling a queue.
Her next attempt was a total failure. A solid man with bushy side-whisker_bsolutely refused to have anything to do with an elderly gentleman wh_laimed kinship. The medium worked with admirable patience, coming back agai_nd again with some fresh detail, but no progress could be made.
"Are you a Spiritualist, friend?"
"Yes, for ten years."
"Well, you know there are difficulties."
"Yes, I know that."
"Think it over. It may come to you later. We must just leave it at that. I a_nly sorry for your friend."
There was a pause during which Enid and Malone exchanged whispere_onfidences.
"What do you make of it, Enid?"
"I don't know. It confuses me."
"I believe it is half guess-work and the other half a case of confederates.
These people are all of the same church, and naturally they know each other'_ffairs. If they don't know they can inquire."
"Someone said it was Mrs. Debbs' first visit."
"Yes but they could easily coach her up. It is all clever quackery and bluff.
It must be, for just think what is implied if it is not."
"Yes, some element of that also. Listen! She is off again."
Her next attempt was more fortunate. A lugubrious man at the back of the hal_eadily recognized the description and claims of his deceased wife.
"I get the name Walter."
"Yes, that's me."
"She called you Wat?"
"Well, she calls you Wat now. 'Tell Wat to give my love to the children'.
That's how I get it. She is worrying about the children."
"She always did."
"Well, they don't change. Furniture. Something about furniture. She says yo_ave it away. Is that right?"
"Well, I might as well."
The audience tittered. It was strange how the most solemn and comic wer_ternally blended — strange and yet very natural and human.
"She has a message: 'The man will pay up and all will be well. Be a good man, Wat, and we will be happier here then ever we were on earth'."
The man put his hand over his eyes. As the seeress stood irresolute the tal_oung secretary half rose and whispered something in her ear. The woman shot _wift glance over her left shoulder in the direction of the visitors.
"I'll come back to it," said she.
She gave two more descriptions to the audience, both of them rather vague, an_oth recognized with some reservations. It was a curious fact that her detail_ere such as she could not possibly see at the distance. Thus, dealing with _orm which she claimed had built up at the far end of the hall, she could non_he less give the colour of the eyes and small points of the face. Malon_oted the point as one which he could use for destructive criticism. He wa_ust jotting it down when the woman's voice sounded louder and, looking up, h_ound that she had turned her head and her spectacles were flashing in hi_irection.
"It is not often I give a reading from the platform," said she, her fac_otating between him and the audience, "but we have friends here to-night, an_t may interest them to come in contact with the spirit people. There is _resence building up behind the gentleman with a moustache — the gentleman wh_its next to the young lady. Yes, sir, behind you. He is a man of middle size, rather inclined to shortness. He is old, over sixty, with white hair, curve_ose and a white, small beard of the variety that is called goatee. He is n_elation, I gather, but a friend. Does that suggest anyone to you, sir?"
Malone shook his head with some contempt. "It would nearly fit any old man,"
he whispered to Enid.
"We will try to get a little closer. He has deep lines on his face. I shoul_ay he was an irritable man in his lifetime. He was quick and nervous in hi_ays. Does that help you?"
Again Malone shook his head.
"Rot! Perfect rot," he muttered.
"Well, he seems very anxious, so we must do what we can for him. He holds up _ook. It is a learned book. He opens it and I see diagrams in it. Perhaps h_rote it — or perhaps he taught from it. Yes, he nods. He taught from it. H_as a teacher."
Malone remained unresponsive.
"I don't know that I can help him any more. Ah! there is one thing. He has _ole over his right eyebrow."
Malone started as if he had been stung.
"One mole?" he cried.
The spectacles flashed round again.
"Two moles — one large, one small."
"My God!" gasped Malone. "It's Professor Summerlee!"
"Ah, you've got it. There's a message: 'Greetings to old —' It's a long nam_nd begins with a C. I can't get it. Does it mean anything?"
In an instant she had turned and was describing something or someone else. Bu_he had left a badly-shaken man upon the platform behind her.
It was at this point that the orderly service had a remarkable interruptio_hich surprised the audience as much as it did the two visitors. This was th_udden appearance beside the chairman of a tall, pale-faced bearded ma_ressed like a superior artisan, who held up his hand with a quietl_mpressive gesture as one who was accustomed to exert authority. He then half- turned and said a word to Mr. Bolsover.
"This is Mr. Miromar of Dalston," said the chairman. "Mr. Miromar has _essage to deliver. We are always glad to hear from Mr. Miromar."
The reporters could only get a half-view of the newcomer's face, but both o_hem were struck by his noble bearing and by the massive outline of his hea_hich promised very unusual intellectual power. His voice when he spoke ran_learly and pleasantly through the hall.
"I have been ordered to give the message wherever I think that there are ear_o hear it. There are some here who are ready for it, and that is why I hav_ome. They wish that the human race should gradually understand the situatio_o that there shall be the less shock or panic. I am one of several who ar_hosen to carry the news."
"A lunatic, I'm afraid!" whispered Malone, scribbling hard upon his knee.
There was a general inclination to smile among the audience. And yet there wa_omething in the man's manner and voice which made them hang on every word.
"Things have now reached a climax. The very idea of progress has been mad_aterial. It is progress to go swiftly, to send swift messages, to build ne_achinery. All this is a diversion of real ambition. There is only one rea_rogress — spiritual progress. Mankind gives it a lip tribute but presses o_pon its false road of material science.
"The Central Intelligence recognized that amid all the apathy there was als_uch honest doubt which had out-grown old creeds and had a right to fres_vidence. Therefore fresh evidence was sent — evidence which made the lif_fter death as clear as the sun in the heavens. It was laughed at b_cientists, condemned by the churches, became the butt of the newspapers, an_as discarded with contempt. That was the last and greatest blunder o_umanity."
The audience had their chins up now. General speculations were beyond thei_ental horizon. But this was very clear to their comprehension. There was _urmur of sympathy and applause.
"The thing was now hopeless. It had got beyond all control. Therefor_omething sterner was needed since Heaven's gift had been disregarded. Th_low fell. Ten million young men were laid dead upon the ground. Twice as man_ere mutilated. That was God's first warning to mankind. But it was vain. Th_ame dull materialism prevailed as before. Years of grace were given, and sav_he stirrings of the spirit seen in such churches as these, no change wa_nywhere to be seen. The nations heaped up fresh loads of sin, and sin mus_ver be atoned for. Russia became a cesspool. Germany was unrepentant of he_errible materialism which had been the prime cause of the war. Spain an_taly were sunk in alternate atheism and superstition. France had no religiou_deal. Britain was confused and distracted, full of wooden sects which ha_othing of life in them. America had abused her glorious opportunities and, instead of being the loving younger brother to a stricken Europe, she held u_ll economic reconstruction by her money claims; she dishonoured the signatur_f her own president, and she refused to join that League of Peace which wa_he one hope of the future. All have sinned, but some more than others, an_heir punishment will be in exact proportion.
"And that punishment soon comes. These are the exact words I have been aske_o give you. I read them lest I should in any way garble them."
He took a slip of paper from his pocket and read:
"'What we want is, not that folk should be frightened, but that they shoul_egin to change themselves — to develop themselves on more spiritual lines. W_re not trying to make people nervous, but to prepare while there is yet time.
The world cannot go on as it has done. It would destroy itself if it did.
Above all we must sweep away the dark cloud of theology which has come betwee_ankind and God'."
He folded up the paper and replaced it in his pocket. "That is what I hav_een asked to tell you. Spread the news where there seems to be a window i_he soul. Say to them, 'Repent! Reform! the Time is at hand'."
He had paused and seemed about to turn. The spell was broken. The audienc_ustled and leaned back in its seats. Then a voice from the back:
"Is this the end of the world, mister?"
"No," said the stranger, curtly.
"Is it the Second Coming?" asked another voice.
With quick light steps he threaded his way among the chairs on the platfor_nd stood near the door. When Malone next looked round he was gone.
"He is one of these Second-coming fanatics," he whispered to Enid. "There ar_ lot of them — Christadelphians, Russellites, Bible Students and what-not.
But he was impressive."
"Very," said Enid.
"We have, I am sure, been very interested in what our friend has told us,"
said the chairman. "Mr. Miromar is in hearty sympathy with our movement eve_hough he cannot be said actually to belong to it. I am sure he is alway_elcome upon our platforms. As to his prophecy, it seems to me the world ha_ad enough trouble without our anticipating any more. If it is as our frien_ays, we can't do much to mend the matter. We can only go about our dail_obs, do them as well as we can, and await the event in full confidence o_elp from above. If it's the Day of Judgment to-morrow," he added, smiling, "_ean to look after my provision store at Hammersmith to-day. We shall no_ontinue with the service."
There was a vigorous appeal for money and a great deal about the building-fun_rom the young secretary. "It's a shame to think that there are more left i_he street than in the building on a Sunday night. We all give our services.
No one takes a penny. Mrs. Debbs is here for her bare expenses. But we wan_nother thousand pounds before we can start. There is one brother here wh_ortgaged his house to help us. That's the spirit that wins. Now let us se_hat you can do for us to-night."
A dozen soup-plates circulated, and a hymn was sung to the accompaniment o_uch chinking of coin. Enid and Malone conversed in undertones.
"Professor Summerlee died, you know, at Naples last year."
"Yes, I remember him well."
"And 'old C' was, of course, your father."
"It was really remarkable."
"Poor old Summerlee. He thought survival was an absurdity. And here he is — o_ere he seems to be."
The soup-plates returned — it was mostly brown soup, unhappily, and they wer_eposited on the table where the eager eye of the secretary appraised thei_alue. Then the little shaggy man from Australia gave a benediction in th_ame simple fashion as the opening prayer. It needed no Apostolic successio_r laying-on of hands to make one feel that his words were from a human hear_nd might well go straight to a Divine one. Then the audience rose and san_heir final farewell hymn — a hymn with a haunting tune and a sad, swee_efrain of "God keep you safely till we meet once more." Enid was surprised t_eel the tears running down her cheeks. These earnest, simple folks with thei_irect methods had wrought upon her more than all the gorgeous service an_olling music of the cathedral.
Mr. Bolsover, the stout president, was in the waiting-room and so was Mrs.
"Well, I expect you are going to let us have it," he laughed. "We are used t_t Mr. Malone. We don't mind. But you will see the turn some day. Thes_rticles may rise up in judgement."
"I will treat it fairly, I assure you."
"Well, we ask no more." The medium was leaning with her elbow on the mante_iece, austere and aloof.
"I am afraid you are tired," said Enid.
"No, young lady, I am never tired in doing the work of the spirit people. The_ee to that."
"May I ask," Malone ventured, "whether you ever knew Professor Summerlee?"
The medium shook her head. "No, sir, no. They always think I know them. I kno_one of them. They come and I describe them."
"How do you get the message?"
"Clairaudient. I hear it. I hear them all the time. The poor things all wan_o come through and they pluck at me and pull me and pester me on th_latform. 'Me next — me — me'! That's what I hear. I do my best, but I can'_andle them all."
"Can you tell me anything of that prophetic person?" asked Malone of th_hairman. Mr. Bolsover shrugged his shoulders with a deprecating smile.
"He is an Independent. We see him now and again as a sort of comet passin_cross us. By the way, it comes back to me that he prophesied the war. I'm _ractical man myself. Sufficient for the day is the evil thereof. We ge_lenty in ready cash without any bills for the future. Well, good night! Trea_s as well as you can."
"Good night," said Enid.
"Good night," said Mrs. Debbs. "By the way, young lady, you are a mediu_ourself. Good night!"
And so they found themselves in the street once more inhaling long draughts o_he night air. It was sweet after that crowded hall. A minute later they wer_n the rush of the Edgware Road and Malone had hailed a cab to carry them bac_o Victoria Gardens.