bjection to other people going to
prison, if it suits them, but it wouldn't suit me. I know it wouldn't. So I
shall go outside and sit in the car. If you don't come, I shall know what's
happened, and you needn't worry about me."

The dame duly departed, her lips and eyes equally ironic about her own
prudence and about the rashness of others.

"Let's have some more lemonade--shall we?" said Jane Foley.

"Oh, let's!" agreed Audrey, with rapture. "And more sponge-cake, too! You
do look lovely like that!"

"Do I?"

Jane Foley had her profuse hair tightly bound round her head and powdered
grey. It was very advisable for her to be disguised, and her bright hair
was usually the chief symptom of her in those disturbances which so
harassed the police. She now had the appearance of a neat old lady kept
miraculously young by a pure and cheerful nature. Audrey, with a plain
blue frock and hat which had cost more than Jane Foley would spend on
clothes in twelve months, had a face dazzling by its ingenuous excitement
and expectation. Her little nose was extraordinarily pert; her forehead
superb; and all her gestures had the same vivacious charm as was in her
eyes. The white-aproned, streamered girl who took the order for lemonade
and sponge-cakes to a covered bar ornamented by advertisements of whisky,
determined to adopt a composite of the styles of both the customers on her
next ceremonious Sunday. And a large proportion of the other sippers and
nibblers and of the endless promenading crowds regarded the pair with
pleasure and curiosity, never suspecting that one of them was the most
dangerous woman in England.

The new refreshments, which had been delayed by reason of an altercation
between the waitress and three extreme youths at a neighbouring table, at
last arrived, and were plopped smartly down between Audrey and Miss Foley.
Having received half a sovereign from Audrey, the girl returned to the bar
for change. "None o' your sauce!" she threw out, as she passed the youths,
who had apparently discovered new arguments in support of their case.
Audrey was fired by the vigorous independence of the girl against three
males.

"I don't care if we are caught!" she murmured low, looking for the future
through the pellucid tumbler. She added, however: "But if we are, I shall
pay my own fine. You know I promised that to Miss Ingate."

"That's all right, so long as you don't pay mine, my dear," said Jane Foley
with an affectionate