The Secret Adversary | Page 3

a Government office.
We had several very enjoyable tea parties. I had intended to become a
land girl, a postwoman, and a bus conductress by way of rounding off
my career--but the Armistice intervened! I clung to the office with the
true limpet touch for many long months, but, alas, I was combed out at
last. Since then I've been looking for a job. Now then--your turn."
"There's not so much promotion in mine," said Tommy regretfully,
"and a great deal less variety. I went out to France again, as you know.
Then they sent me to Mesopotamia, and I got wounded for the second
time, and went into hospital out there. Then I got stuck in Egypt till the
Armistice happened, kicked my heels there some time longer, and, as I
told you, finally got demobbed. And, for ten long, weary months I've
been job hunting! There aren't any jobs! And, if there were, they
wouldn't give 'em to me. What good am I? What do I know about
business? Nothing."
Tuppence nodded gloomily.
"What about the colonies?" she suggested.
Tommy shook his head.
"I shouldn't like the colonies--and I'm perfectly certain they wouldn't
like me!"

"Rich relations?"
Again Tommy shook his head.
"Oh, Tommy, not even a great-aunt?"
"I've got an old uncle who's more or less rolling, but he's no good."
"Why not?"
"Wanted to adopt me once. I refused."
"I think I remember hearing about it," said Tuppence slowly. "You
refused because of your mother----"
Tommy flushed.
"Yes, it would have been a bit rough on the mater. As you know, I was
all she had. Old boy hated her--wanted to get me away from her. Just a
bit of spite."
"Your mother's dead, isn't she?" said Tuppence gently.
Tommy nodded.
Tuppence's large grey eyes looked misty.
"You're a good sort, Tommy. I always knew it."
"Rot!" said Tommy hastily. "Well, that's my position. I'm just about
desperate."
"So am I! I've hung out as long as I could. I've touted round. I've
answered advertisements. I've tried every mortal blessed thing. I've
screwed and saved and pinched! But it's no good. I shall have to go
home!"
"Don't you want to?"

"Of course I don't want to! What's the good of being sentimental?
Father's a dear--I'm awfully fond of him--but you've no idea how I
worry him! He has that delightful early Victorian view that short skirts
and smoking are immoral. You can imagine what a thorn in the flesh I
am to him! He just heaved a sigh of relief when the war took me off.
You see, there are seven of us at home. It's awful! All housework and
mothers' meetings! I have always been the changeling. I don't want to
go back, but--oh, Tommy, what else is there to do?"
Tommy shook his head sadly. There was a silence, and then Tuppence
burst out:
"Money, money, money! I think about money morning, noon and night!
I dare say it's mercenary of me, but there it is!"
"Same here," agreed Tommy with feeling.
"I've thought over every imaginable way of getting it too," continued
Tuppence. "There are only three! To be left it, to marry it, or to make it.
First is ruled out. I haven't got any rich elderly relatives. Any relatives I
have are in homes for decayed gentlewomen! I always help old ladies
over crossings, and pick up parcels for old gentlemen, in case they
should turn out to be eccentric millionaires. But not one of them has
ever asked me my name--and quite a lot never said 'Thank you.' "
There was a pause.
"Of course," resumed Tuppence, "marriage is my best chance. I made
up my mind to marry money when I was quite young. Any thinking girl
would! I'm not sentimental, you know." She paused. "Come now, you
can't say I'm sentimental," she added sharply.
"Certainly not," agreed Tommy hastily. "No one would ever think of
sentiment in connection with you."
"That's not very polite," replied Tuppence. "But I dare say you mean it
all right. Well, there it is! I'm ready and willing--but I never meet any
rich men! All the boys I know are about as hard up as I am."

"What about the general?" inquired Tommy.
"I fancy he keeps a bicycle shop in time of peace," explained Tuppence.
"No, there it is! Now you could marry a rich girl."
"I'm like you. I don't know any."
"That doesn't matter. You can always get to know one. Now, if I see a
man in a fur coat come out of the Ritz I can't rush up to him and say:
'Look here, you're rich. I'd like to know you.' "
"Do you suggest that I should do that to a similarly garbed female?"
"Don't be silly. You tread