the picture clear to the last. The eyes of the demons scared them, I honestly believe.'
'And the woman?'
'She was scared too when it was finished. She used to cross herself before she went down to look at it. Just three colours and no chance of getting any more, and the sea outside and unlimited lovemaking inside, and the fear of death atop of everything else, O Lord!' He had ceased to look at the sketch, but was staring straight in front of him across the room.
'Why don't you try something of the same kind now?' said the Nilghai.
'Because those things come not by fasting and prayer. When I find a cargo-boat and a Jewess-Cuban and another notion and the same old life, I may.'
'You won't find them here,' said the Nilghai.
'No, I shall not.' Dick shut the sketch-book with a bang. This room's as hot as an oven. Open the window, some one.'
He leaned into the darkness, watching the greater darkness of London below him. The chambers stood much higher than the other houses, commanding a hundred chimneys—crooked cowls that looked like sitting cats as they swung round, and other uncouth brick and zinc mysteries sup-
