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either mercy or pity. I feel that you probably underestimate the danger, and therefore warn you again that I can promise you no protection. You have given us valuable information, and if you choose to withdraw now no one could blame you. At any rate, think the matter over well before you decide.

      If, in spite of my warnings, you make up your mind to go through with it, you will find everything arranged. You have lived for two years with Miss Dufferin, the Parsonage, Llanelly, and Mrs Vendemeyer can apply to her for a reference.

      May I be permitted a word or two of advice? Stick as near to the truth as possible – it minimizes the danger of ‘slips’. I suggest that you should represent yourself to be what you are, a former V.A.D., who has chosen domestic service as a profession. There are many such at the present time. That explains away any incongruities of voice or manner which otherwise might awaken suspicion.

      Whichever way you decide, good luck to you.

      Your sincere friend,

       Mr Carter

      Tuppence’s spirits rose mercurially. Mr Carter’s warnings passed unheeded. The young lady had far too much confidence in herself to pay any heed to them.

      With some reluctance she abandoned the interesting part she had sketched out for herself. Although she had no doubts of her own powers to sustain a rôle indefinitely, she had too much common sense not to recognize the force of Mr Carter’s arguments.

      There was still no word or message from Tommy, but the morning post brought a somewhat dirty postcard with the words: ‘It’s O.K.’ scrawled upon it.

      At 10.30 Tuppence surveyed with pride a slightly battered tin trunk containing her new possessions. It was artistically corded. It was with a slight blush that she rang the bell and ordered it to be placed in a taxi. She drove to Paddington, and left the box in the cloak room. She then repaired with a handbag to the fastnesses of the ladies’ waiting-room. Ten minutes later a metamorphosed Tuppence walked demurely out of the station and entered a bus.

      It was a few minutes past eleven when Tuppence again entered the hall of South Audley Mansions. Albert was on the look-out, attending to his duties in a somewhat desultory fashion. He did not immediately recognize Tuppence. When he did, his admiration was unbounded.

      ‘Blest if I’d have known you! That rig-out’s top-hole.’

      ‘Glad you like it, Albert,’ replied Tuppence modestly. ‘By the way, am I your cousin, or am I not?’

      ‘Your voice too,’ cried the delighted boy. ‘It’s as English as anything! No, I said as a friend of mine knew a young gal. Annie wasn’t best pleased. She stopped on till today – to oblige, she said, but really it’s so as to put you against the place.’

      ‘Nice girl,’ said Tuppence.

      Albert suspected no irony.

      ‘She’s style about her, and keeps her silver a treat – but, my word, ain’t she got a temper. Are you going up now, miss? Step inside the lift. No. 20 did you say?’ And he winked.

      Tuppence quelled him with a stern glance, and stepped inside.

      As she rang the bell of No. 20 she was conscious of Albert’s eyes descending beneath the level of the floor.

      A smart young woman opened the door.

      ‘I’ve come about the place,’ said Tuppence.

      ‘It’s a rotten place,’ said the young woman without hesitation. ‘Regular old cat – always interfering. Accused me of tampering with her letters. Me! The flap was half undone anyway. There’s never anything in the waste-paper basket – she burns everything. She’s a wrong ’un, that’s what she is. Swell clothes but no class. Cook knows something about her – but she won’t tell – scared to death of her. And suspicious! She’s on to you in a minute if you as much as speak to a fellow. I can tell you –’

      ‘But what more Annie could tell, Tuppence was never destined to learn, for at that moment a clear voice with a peculiarly steely ring to it called:

      ‘Annie!’

      The smart young woman jumped as if she had been shot.

      ‘Yes, ma’am?’

      ‘Who are you talking to?’

      ‘It’s a young woman about the situation, ma’am.’

      ‘Show her in then. At once.’

      ‘Yes, ma’am.’

      Tuppence was ushered into a room on the right of the long passage. A woman was standing by the fire-place. She was no longer in her first youth, and the beauty she undeniably possessed was hardened and coarsened. In her youth she must have been dazzling. Her pale gold hair, owing a slight assistance to art, was coiled low on her neck, her eyes, of a piercing electric blue, seemed to possess a faculty of boring into the very soul of the person she was looking at. Her exquisite figure was enhanced by a wonderful gown of indigo charmeuse. And yet, despite her swaying grace, and the almost ethereal beauty of her face, you felt instinctively the presence of something hard and menacing, a kind of metallic strength that found expression in the tones of her voice and in that gimlet-like quality of her eyes.

      For the first time Tuppence felt afraid. She had not feared Whittington, but this woman was different. As if fascinated, she watched the long cruel line of the red curving mouth, and again she felt that sensation of panic pass over her. Her usual self-confidence deserted her. Vaguely she felt that deceiving this woman would be very different to deceiving Whittington. Mr Carter’s warning recurred to her mind. Here, indeed, she might expect no mercy.

      Fighting down that instinct of panic which urged her to turn tail and run without further delay, Tuppence returned the lady’s gaze firmly and respectfully.

      As though that first scrutiny had been satisfactory, Mrs Vandemeyer motioned to a chair.

      ‘You can sit down. How did you hear I wanted a house-parlourmaid?’

      ‘Through a friend who knows the lift boy here. He thought the place might suit me.’

      Again that basilisk glance seemed to pierce her through.

      ‘You speak like an educated girl?’

      Glibly enough, Tuppence ran through her imaginary career on the lines suggested by Mr Carter. It seemed to her, as she did so, that the tension of Mrs Vandemeyer’s attitude relaxed.

      ‘I see,’ she remarked at length. ‘Is there anyone I can write to for a reference?’

      ‘I lived last with a Miss Dufferin, The Parsonage, Llanelly. I was with her two years.’

      ‘And then you thought you would get more money by coming to London, I suppose? Well, it doesn’t matter to me. I will give you £50-£60 – whatever you want. You can come at once?’

      ‘Yes, ma’am. Today, if you like. My box is at Paddington.’

      ‘Go and fetch it by taxi, then. It’s an easy place. I am out a good deal. By the way, what’s your name?’

      ‘Prudence Cooper, ma’am.’

      ‘Very well, Prudence. Go away and fetch your box. I shall be out to lunch. The cook will show you where everything is.’

      ‘Thank you, ma’am.’

      Tuppence withdrew. The smart Annie was not in evidence. In the hall below a magnificent hall porter had relegated Albert to the background. Tuppence did not even glance at him as she passed meekly out.

      The adventure had begun, but she felt less elated than she had done earlier in the morning. It crossed her mind that if the unknown Jane Finn had fallen into the hands of Mrs Vandemeyer, it was likely to have gone hard with her.

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