15/26 "Then are you Mrs.Piper ?" Was it conceivable that this strange-looking old thing was Piper's wife? It's not much of a business now, worse luck! Ladies won't part with their clothes, not when they're dropping off them. In old days, if Piper was down, I was up, so we was all right. But we've both struck a streak of bad luck." For a few moments neither of them spoke. Mrs.Crofton was staring, astonished, at her visitor, and through her shallow mind there ran the new thought of how very, very little any of us know of other people's lives. |