Part 80 (1/2)

”Was you there alone?” asked the constable.

Mavis looked at him inquiringly.

”I mean was you with a gentleman?”

Mavis bit her lip, but saw it would not help her to be indignant. She told the man how she got there, a statement which made him civil and sympathetic.

”It's a bad place, and we've had many complaints about it. You'd better complain to the inspector at the station, miss.”

He directed her to where she should go. Exhausted with hunger and the fear of losing all her possessions, she followed the policeman's instructions, till she presently found herself telling an inspector at the station of the theft; he advised her to either make a charge, or, if she disliked the publicity of the police court, to instruct a solicitor. Believing that making a charge would be more effectual, besides speedier, she told the inspector of her decision.

”Very well. Your name, please?”

”Mavis Kenrick.”

”Mrs,” he wrote, as he glanced at the wedding ring which she now wore on her finger.

”What address, please?” was his next question.

”I haven't one at present.”

The man looked at her in surprise, at which Mavis explained how she had come from Melkbridge the day before.

”At least you can give us your husband's address.”

”He's abroad,” declared Mavis, with as much resolution as she could muster.

”Then you might give me the address of your friends in Melkbridge.”

”To write to?” asked Mavis.

”In case it should be necessary.”

Mavis was at once aware of the inconvenient consequences to which an application for references to anyone at Melkbridge would give rise, especially as her name and state were alike incorrectly given. She hesitated for a few moments before telling the inspector that, disliking the publicity of the police court, she would prefer to instruct a solicitor. As she left the station, she would have felt considerably crestfallen, had she not been faint from want of food. She dragged her way to a tea-shop, to feel the better for a cup of tea and some toast. The taste of the room in which she had pa.s.sed the night still fouled her mouth; its stench clung to her clothes. She asked her way to the nearest public baths, where she thought a s.h.i.+lling well spent in buying the luxury of a hot bath. Her next concern was to seek out a solicitor who would a.s.sist her to recover her stolen property.

She had a healthy distrust of the tribe, and was wondering if, after all, it would not have been better to have risked the inspector's writing to any address she may have given at Melkbridge, rather than trust any chance lawyer with the matter, when she remembered that her old acquaintance, Miss Meakin, was engaged to a solicitor's clerk. She resolved to seek out Miss Meakin, and ask her to get her betrothed's advice and a.s.sistance. As she did not know Miss Meakin's present address, she thought the quickest way to obtain it was to call on her old friend Miss Nippett at Blomfield Road, Shepherd's Bush, who kept the register of all those who attended ”Poulter's.”

She had never quite lost touch with the elderly accompanist; they had sent each other cards at Christmas and infrequently exchanged picture postcards, Miss Nippett's invariably being a front view of ”Poulter's,”

with Mr Poulter on the steps in such a position as not to obscure ”Turpsichor” in the background.

Mavis travelled by the Underground to Shepherd's Bush, from where it was only five minutes' walk to Miss Nippett's. The whole way down, she was so dazed by her loss that she could give no thought to anything else. The calamities that now threatened her were infinitely more menacing than before her precious bag had been stolen. It seemed as if man and circ.u.mstance had conspired for her undoing. Her suspense of mind was such that it seemed long hours before she knocked at the blistered door in the Blomfield Road where Miss Nippett lived.

Miss Nippett was in, she learned from the red-nosed, chilblain-fingered s.l.u.t who opened the door.

”What nyme?”

”Mrs Kenrick, who was Miss Keeves,” replied Mavis.

”Will you go up?” said the s.l.u.t when, a few minutes later, she came downstairs.