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Girl Adrift
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Peter Munday
4.1 won't take no for an answer,"
Viola rattled on, glancing at .a
erlstlet watch. "It's ten minutes to
to one, so you can't possibly be
back in Wimbledon In time for
lunch. Come along—we'll take a
taxi to the flat."
Pam bad au appointment with
her hairdresser at three, and had
intended lunching in town, so she
had little or no option but to fall
in with Viola's wishes. It would
have been difficult to make an ex-
cuse in view of the time, and she
was imbued with sufficient of the
cariosity of her sex to want to
Viola eyed her companion from be-
allowed herself to be led to the taxi,
which dropped them at the building
in which Viola's flat was situated.
In the exotic, heavily scented
room that was so esentially Viola's
own, Pam found herself seated at
the lunch table opposite her com-
panion.
At first their talk was of common-
places. Had Pam seen the new
play at the Savoy? What did she
think of that ney book by Dene
Morrison? Personally, Viola consid-
ered that it was rather old fashion-
ed. Did Pam like London? Per-
sonally, Viola considered it the
only place in the world in which
to live. So much to see and do, she
thought.
Then she began to speak of
Terence. It was "Terry this" and
"Terry that" until Pam began to
wonder at the other's obviousness.
11 was almost as if she were trying
to imply a relationship between
Terry and herself which Pam,
for all her doubts, was certain did
not exist,
Atter a While, there came s pause.
know that Viola was after, So she
neath her long eye/ashes. She
seemed to be weighing something
up, deliberating before she spoke.
At length site leaned forward, and
resting her elbow on the table,
propped her chin on her palm.
"Terry tells me you have been
helping him with the new play,"
she said abruptly, "Prom the way
he speaks one, would almost think
he had no hand in it himself." She
gave an agected little laugh that in
a younger girl would stave been a
giggle. Pam waited, inwardly
tense, If Terence bad • enthused
over her work to Viola, no wonder
the latter had decided she was
dangerous,
"Yes," Viola ,continued, "he
thinks you have been ,perfectly
splendid, Isn't that nice?"
"Mr. Grant gives me too much
credit." Pain said quietly. She felt
her heart playing little tricks, but
outwardly she was entirely self pos-
sessed, 'I have done nothing more
than any typist could have done."
"01b, but Terry wont have that!
He says you have practically writ-
ten the dialogue for him." She
smiled, but her eyes were cold,
''Nonsense,' said Pam. "I've done
nothing of the sort!"
Viola drew at her cigarette. "I
suppose you know I am to play
Helen?" she asked presently.
"So I have been told."
"I wasn't sure at first whether I
would take the part. But I've de-
cided to do so. Terry begged me
to reconsider my decision. He says
he worte it specially for me."
"It is a difficult part," Pam was
rather at a loss for words. "But
then—with your experience—"
Viola's eyes • narrowed ever so
slightly.
"Have you heard ---I vnean, you
would hear—whether Mr. Satoris—
the producer, you know—bas said
anything about a start for the Tracy
girl?" she asked abruptly, shooting
the words at Pam as if hoping to
catch her off her guard.
Pam thought rapidly, Had Terry
said anything about her sugges-
tion, and if so, Brad it come to
Viola's ears? It looked very much
as if the parts bad not been out yet
and Viola was trying to find out
whether she was going to have the
lead, And Pam felt as if a shadow
had suddenly been lifted from her.
In that unguarded moment Viola
had given herself away. She did not
have the hold over Terence that
she would have Pam believe.
Pam laughed to herself, but rais-
ed a perfectly grave pair of eyes to
meet the anxious ones of the
actress.
"The only remark I have beard
in connection with the parts for the
play," she said deliberately, "was
what you told me a few minutes
ago, I don't know who is finally
responsible for casting the show—'+
"Satoris floes that, but Terry has
to approve,"
"Well, that was all he said. That
you were going to play Helen,"
Was it her imagination, or did re-
lief shine in Viola's eyes? Drawing
a deep breath, the actress leaned
back in her chair.
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"Yes," she said in a tone of deep
satlalaction, 'yl knew that, of
Course. It was only that I wondered
about the rest. That Tracy girl
would ruin the shot—she's perfect-
ly hopeless, I couldn't bear to see
her let the play down. It would be
too terrible -tom'+
(Shortly adterWards, Paan took her
leave on the whole .well satisfied.
Viola had asked her to lunch for
the express purpose of pumping
her, and in return had given more
information than alta had received.
It was with, a light heart that
Pant finally boarded a train for
Wimbledon at half -past four,
C'HA!PTER FII.
The Other Man.
That night, John Wilberforce
.proposed to Pam. With the direot-
nehe that was characteristic of him,
he took the opportunity towards
the end of the evening to ask her
co came into the garden. She could
not very well refuse, and accompan-
led him down the steps toward the
orangery, that was tire. pride of
Miss Grant's heart.
On the way out she had seen
Tedence bending attentively over
Viola's chair, and again a spasm of
jealousy shook her. Were all. Wren
blind, she wondered? Coudn't he
see what she was? How could he
be infatuated with slier? She was
artifl•cial to the core, without a
thought in the world except for her-
self. Surely---
it was with a start she pulled her
self together to tear Wilberforce
speaking.
"I've been waiting a chance to
get you alone, Pam," he was saying.
His voice sounded strained, but it
was the caressing way he used ber
Christian name that caused Pam to
loon at him curiously, His face was
white and his eyes glittered like
those of a roan in a fever. She had
never seen him like this before,
and felt unacountably frightened.
1t was going to be difficult.
"I've been busy," she murmured
evasively. "I haven't much time—"
You know perfectly well what I
mean," he retorted, hie voice shak-
ing. "I—I want to ask you some-
thing. Been wanting to ask you
for ages," he 'vent on doggedly
"Wil] you marry me, Pant?"
Pam stole a glance at him, and
ter eyes softened, ile did look
rise, -able, she thought. ,He was
Probably, if the truthwere known,
as nervous as she was. :Her fear
evaporated, and with a friendly
gesture she laid her hand on his
arm.
"I'm sorry," she 'whispered. "I
hoped you didn't mean that—"
He gave her a sidelong glance.
"Then—you guessed what I was
going to ask you?"
Pam smiled.
"You made it so obvious," she
said softly, "I tried to show yon—"
She made a restless movement with
her hand, "It would be silly of me
to pretend that l: didn't guess," she
went --on—" nervously. "But Pm
afraid ---"nervously.
"For Heaven's sake don't say
that," Ire pleaded. "I love you,
Pam— "
"Please---"
There was a pregnant silence.
"Pm sorry if I've rushed you," lie
said at length. "I didn't mean—oh,
dash it all, Pam, can't you see
what it means to me?"
Tears gleamed `111 her eyes,
"I hate to hurt you," she said
gently. "But—you see, I don't love
you, I like you, but that's all.
I can't say what you want me to
say.',
"No, wait!' She faced him, stop-
ping in her wails, "Lt's no use,
Major Wiliberforce. You've made
me feel awfully proud. Any girl
would in the circumstances, but it—
it's not the slightest nee," She
looked appealingly at him. "Please
believe that -----e
par-�-r.',
She aigbed, There was something
in his tone that touched her, Some-
thing of pleading, that was unlike
him, and she felt she had never
liked hit' so vouch as she did at
that moment. But in that instant
his mood changed.
"Is there someone else?" ire
naked,
Pam flung up bar head,
''You've no right to ask that,'
site atam.Mered,
There was a breathless Tauee,
Wilberforce cleared his throat and
raft a finger round the inside of his
collar as if he were choking, Pain
shrank before the savage glare
that lighted his eyes,
It seemed to her overstrained imag!.
nation that ha tvas fighting to con.
trol hie natural linen's° to seize
her in his risme and carry her off
in the face Of a, ooevention of
Width he did not approve. hat
Which he was foreed unwlilingly to
recogniae,
"Shen—there 1s someone?"
'11 don't see whys---,"
Ile nodded as 1f satisfied,
"I wanted to know," he muttered.
"And now I do ynow,"
Pain was thankful for the dark•
nese which hid. the tell-tale colour
that stained her cheeks. She was
furiously, angry, and listened with
scant attention to his apology,
dt was only because she feared
Miss Grant's sharp eyes, that she
remained in the garden for another
five minutes.
When Wilberforce took his de-
parture a little later, and cavae
across to say "Good Night," she
was cold and distant, and dismissed
him with the briefest of nods.
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The following evening, as they
eat listening to the wireless, Pam
toyed with the idea of telling Miss
Grant about the proposal she had
received, and then thought better
of it, After all, she urged, she
had no cause for tear. Wilber-
force was not likely to make things
awkward, and even if he did 8110
was quite capable of looking after
herself. 1J, to the time he had ask-
ed her that unfortunate question, Ile
had shown her the utrost consider-
ation, and when she had cooled
down, Pam, ever generous, excused
him on the grounds that she was
seeking to find out whether there
was any hope for him in the
future, The fact that her 'heart
was given to another would put a
different complexion on the matter.
The big problem that was exercis-
ing her mind was What she should
do about Terence. Commonsense
told her that she ought .to go away,
and she did not want to go away.
To be near hint, even if he merely
took her for granted, was some-
thing.
Pam wondered rather bitterly
where her pride had gone, but she
knew that she could not escape the
truth by running away from it—and
at least she had been able to help
rim, And she desperately wanted
to help. That he was worried
over the play, she knew. If she
could heapthere, she was being
useful; if the fact that he regarded
her in much telt same way he re-
garded a piece of furniture, was
going to hurt, it would be her own
fault.
Terence did not appear that
evening, and at ten -thirty Miss
Grant announced her intention of
going to bed. Pam switched off
the wireless and after seeing that
the house was secured followed
suit,
She undresesd mechanically,
flinging ter clothes on to a ehiar,
her brows knitted In a perplexed
frown. Slowly she climbed into
bed, her problem still unsolved. It
was strange, she thought, how the
fact that her secret was now in
the posession of another had
brought matters to a head in her
mind.
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along, steeling herself to become
accustomed to the loneliness, the
shrinking from the future, that as-
sailed her, in the leaden hours of
the night time, But now—what was
she to do?
She wondered whether Terrence
Pam was not actively jealous.
Her love was too big :for that. It
Viola could make him happy she
would never question the wisdom of
his decision, It was only that she
knew if he allowed his infatuation
to carry ham that far the actress
would break his heart.
Could she let that happen? Where
was ai girl wall any pride to draw
sire ihre?
She reached, up her hand to
switch out the light when the
burring of the telephone brought
her upright, her eyes questioning.
Who could be ringing them up at
tilis time of night?
Hastily she pulled on her dress-
ing -gown and slipper's, and, opening
her door quietly, ran down the
stairs to the hall.
"Hallo?" she ensulred, :picking
up the receiver and placing it to
her ear.
"Is that Miss Grant house?" A
pleasant voice answered ber.
"Miss Grant's secretary speaking.
What is It, please?"
"I have a message from Mr.
Grant. Are you Miss Cummings?"
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