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and clung there, twitching and throbbing. Well, Isabel asked now, whats the latest? Has April escaped from the white slave trade and come back to tell the tale?
Phoebe shook her head. My father and I went round to her flat yesterday, she said. With a detective.
Isabel opened her eyes very wide. A detective! How exciting!
Theres not a sign of her there, Bella. Everything in the flat is just as she left it she might have walked out to go to the shop and not come back. She cant have gone away; she took nothing with her. Its as if she vanished into thin air.
Isabel shook her head with her eyelids lightly closed. Darling, no one vanishes into the air, thick or thin.
Then where is she?
Her friend looked away, and busied herself searching in her purse. Have you got a cigarette? I seem to be out.
Ive given up smoking, Phoebe said.
Oh, my God, you havent, have you? Youre becoming more virtuous every day, a nun, practically, I cant keep up with you not, mind you, that I want to. Phoebe said nothing. There was a sourness sometimes to Isabels tone that was not appealing. I suppose, she said, you wouldnt like to buy some fags for me? I really am broke. Phoebe reached for her purse. Youre such a darling, Pheeb. I feel a complete slut compared to you. Gold Flake a packet of ten will do.
At the bar, while she waited for the barman to give her the cigarettes and fetch her change, Phoebe recalled an evening that
the little band had spent here three or four weeks previously. Isabel had been in a play that closed after five per formances, and her friends had gathered in the Shakespeare to console her. There were the usual stares from the other customers Patrick seeming not to notice, as always nevertheless it had turned into a jolly occasion. April was there, gay and sardonic. They had drunk a little more than they should have, and when they came outside at closing time the streets were glittering with frost, and they walked under the sparkling stars round to the Gresham in hope of persuading the barman there, an avowed and ever hopeful admirer of Isabels, to give them a nightcap. In the lobby they laughed too loudly and spent some time shushing each other, putting fingers to each others lips and spluttering. To their disappointment Isabels fan was not working that night and no one would give them a drink, and instead Patrick invited them back to his flat up by Christ Church. The others had gone with him, but something, a vague yet insurmountable unwillingness was it shyness? was it some obscure sort of fear? made Phoebe lie and say she had a headache, and she took a taxi home. When she got home she was sorry, of course, but by then it was too late; she would have felt a fool turning up at Patricks door at dead of night, pretending that her headache had suddenly vanished. But she knew that something happened at Patricks that night; no one would talk about it next day, or in the days after that, but it was their very silence that told her something definitely had occurred.
She brought the packet of cigarettes back to the table.
Tell me what the detective said, Isabel urged, tearing at the cellophane with her scarlet nails. No, wait first tell me what he was like. Tall, dark, and handsome? Was he the Cary Grant type, all smooth and sophisticated, or big and dangerous like Robert Mitchum?
Phoebe had to laugh. Hes short, pasty, and plug-ugly, Imafraid. Hackett is his name, which suits him, somehow. I met him before, when She stopped, and a shadow fell across her features.
Oh, Isabel said. You mean in Harcourt Street, when all that
Yes. Yes, then. Phoebe found herself nodding, very rapidly, she could not stop, she was like one of those figures on a poor box that nod when a penny is put in, and her breathing had quickened too. She closed her eyes. She must get
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