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have affected you physically.”
    Dr Cloade said sharply:
    “Lynn's had better things to do than play about with all this superstitious tomfoolery.”
    “You are so biased, Lionel,” said his wife.
    Lynn smiled at her aunt - then sat silent with the refrain of the words David had spoken swimming in her brain.
    “Nothing's safe...”
    There were people who lived in such a world - people to whom everything was dangerous. David Hunter was such a person... It was not the world that Lynn had been brought up in - but it was a world that held attractions for her nevertheless.
    David said presently in the same low amused voice:
    “Are we still on speaking terms?”
    “Oh, yes.”
    “Good. And do you still grudge Rosaleen and myself our ill-gotten access to wealth?”
    “Yes,” said Lynn with spirit.
    “Splendid. What are you going to do about it?”
    “Buy some wax and practise black magic!”
    He laughed.
    “Oh, no, you won't do that. You aren't one of those who rely on old out-moded methods. Your methods will be modern and probably very efficient. But you won't win.”
    “What makes you think there is going to be a fight? Haven't we all accepted the inevitable?”
    “You all behave beautifully. It is very amusing.”
    “Why,” said Lynn, in a low tone, “do you hate us?”
    Something flickered in those dark unfathomable eyes.
    “I couldn't possibly make you understand.”
    “I think you could,” said Lynn.
    David was silent for a moment or two, then he asked in a light conversational tone:
    “Why are you going to marry Rowley Cloade? He's an oaf.”
    She said sharply:
    “You know nothing about it - or about him. You couldn't begin to know!”
    Without any air of changing the conversation David asked:
    “What do you think of Rosaleen?”
    “She's very lovely.”
    “What else?”
    “She doesn't seem to be enjoying herself.”
    “Quite right,” said David, “Rosaleen's rather stupid. She's scared. She always has been rather scared. She drifts into things and then doesn't know what it's all about. Shall I tell you about Rosaleen?”
    “If you like,” said Lynn politely.
    “I do like. She started by being stage-struck and drifted on to the stage. She wasn't any good, of course. She got into a third-rate touring company that was going out to South Africa. She liked the sound of South Africa. The company got stranded in Cape Town. Then she drifted into marriage with a Government official from Nigeria. She didn't like Nigeria - and I don't think she liked her husband much. If he'd been a hearty sort of fellow who drank and beat her, it would have been all right. But he was rather an intellectual man who kept a large library in the wilds and who liked to talk metaphysics. So she drifted back to Cape Town again. The fellow behaved very well and gave her an adequate allowance. He might have given her a divorce, but again he might not for he was a Catholic, but anyway he rather fortunately died of fever, and Rosaleen got a small pension. Then the war started and she drifted on to a boat for South America. She didn't like South America very much, so she drifted on to another boat and there she met Gordon Cloade and told him all about her sad life. So they got married in New York and lived happily for a fortnight, and a little later he was killed by a bomb and she was left a large house, a lot of expensive jewellery, and an immense income.”
    “It's nice that the story has such a happy ending,” said Lynn.
    “Yes,” said David Hunter. “Possessing no intellect at all, Rosaleen has always been a lucky girl - which is just as well. Gordon Cloade was a strong old man. He was sixty-two. He might easily have lived for twenty years. He might have lived even longer. That wouldn't have been much fun for Rosaleen, would it? She was twenty-four when she married him. She's only twenty-six now.”
    “She looks even younger,” said Lynn.
    David looked across the table. Rosaleen Cloade was crumbling her bread. She looked