Anne Mather

by Sanja

  He pressed the button for his floor and the lift went on up. Sighing, Caroline walked along to the typing pool. It was three-thirty.

  It really was amazing, thought Caroline later that same afternoon, how very charming Miss Morgan could be when it suited her. It had been obvious from the moment that Caroline entered the large office which reverberated with the sound of a score of machines that Vera Morgan had been forewarned of her delayed return from lunch. Caroline was asked politely whether she had enjoyed herself and then advised that the other girls would help her if she

  had not got time to finish her work herself.

  But Caroline did not think it fair to delegate her work to the others who had plenty to do themselves, so she worked steadily all the rest of the afternoon, and by five o'clock she was almost up to date. Sufficiently so to inform Miss Morgan that she could manage on her own in the morning.

  Miss Morgan was aware of an unwilling admiration for Caroline, upon hearing this. Many girls in her position, although what that position was she was not quite sure, would have taken advantage of the situation and purposely sat back and allowed their work to be done by the others. As it was, Caroline had contrived to do all her work herself and Miss Morgan was quite pleasantly surprised.

  When Caroline arrived home she found Amanda up and dressed, but she looked very pale and wan.

  'You should have stayed in bed,' exclaimed Caroline, "sitting down to sausage and eggs prepared by Amanda. Actually, Caroline did not feel very hungry after her enormous lunch, but she made a show of enjoying the meal so as not to hurt Amanda's feelings.

  'Oh, well,' replied Amanda, having only one sausage herself and a slice of toast, 'with Ron arriving at six-thirty I had to do something.'

  Caroline snorted in disapproval. 'You're not going out,' she stated flatly, and Amanda had to laugh.

  'All right, don't fly off the handle,' she answered, sighing. 'I only wanted to look reasonably fit, that's all. As it is I feel as though I'm dying on my feet.'

  Caroline shook her head. As if she couldn't have put Ron Cartwright off until another evening! She

  finished her tea and cleared away the dishes. While she washed up, Amanda re-did her face, heavily, disguising as best she could the hollows beneath her eyes and the greyish pallor of her skin. She still looked very drawn when Caroline came back in and she was about to tell her to get herself back to bed when the doorbell rang.

  Caroline answered it and let in Ron Cartwright. As usual he looked cheekily pleased with himself, but he stopped dead at the sight of Amanda.

  'Blimey!' he exclaimed, taking a step back. 'Marley's ghost!'

  Amanda looked gloomily at Caroline. 'Ha. . .ha,' she said, with a forced smile.

  'Hey, really, doll,' went on Ron, 'you do look a sketch. What's wrong?'

  'She's got flu,' said Caroline. 'I'm sure you don't want to catch it, do you?' this last very pointedly.

  Ron shrugged. 'Well, there's a thing,' he commented, flinging himself on to the couch. 'I guess the flicks is out for us, then.'

  Caroline winced at his language and looked at Amanda with raised eyebrows. Amanda took the hint.

  'Yes. I'm going back to bed.'

  'I see,' Ron turned his gaze speculatively on Caroline. 'How about you and me taking in a show?' he asked brightly.

  Amanda gasped. 'Don't mind me!' she snorted, and flounced into the bedroom slamming the door.

  'What's bitten her?' asked Ron blandly. 'Well, Caroline? What about it?'

  'You must be joking,' said Caroline, a look of distaste on her face.

  Ron was undaunted. 'You know I always fancied a date with you,' he said, standing up. He tried to grasp her wrist playfully, but she twisted away from him.

  'Don't you dare to touch me!' she exclaimed furiously. 'You can leave just as soon as you like, Mr Cartwright!'

  Ron shrugged, still confidently unabashed. 'Okay, doll. I'm going. Nobody can say that Ron Cartwright forces his attentions where they're not wanted. It's not necessary, chum. I can date a dozen like you just as easily as that.' He snapped his fingers in her face.

  'Then go and find one,' retorted Caroline wearily. 'Really, you overgrown approved-schoolboys appal me!'

  That caught him on a sore spot, for he flung her a baleful glance before sauntering out.

  Caroline closed the door after him and went into the bedroom to find Amanda. She was back in bed and surprisingly was smiling.

  'I heard,' she said before Caroline could speak. 'I guess we've seen the last of him.'

  'Well, honestly,' exclaimed Caroline ruefully, 'how you could become involved with anyone like him amazes me. He's so boring.'

  Amanda shrugged. 'Beggars can't be choosers,' she replied, sighing. 'You may find out one day. Girls like you and me just don't meet up with the cream of the male population.'

  Caroline flushed scarlet. She had not told Amanda about her second meeting with Adam Steinbeck or their subsequent lunch together. She realised with a sense of shock that comparing Ron Cartwright with

  Adam was like comparing tomato juice with champagne.

  Amanda had noticed her heightened colour, however, and said perceptively: 'Have you seen that dreamboat from the lift again, by any chance?'

  Caroline moved restlessly, now she had no choice but to tell Amanda.

  'As a matter of fact,' she said casually, 'I saw him at lunch time.'

  'Oh, really?' Amanda's eyes were huge. 'How?'

  'Well, actually, I bumped into him outside the offices and when I told him I was rushing home he offered me a lift in his car.'

  Amanda gasped. 'Caroline Sinclair,' she exclaimed accusingly. 'You weren't going to tell me this, were you?'

  'Of course,' retorted Caroline. 'I've not had the chance before. Anyway, he brought me home. That's how I was so early.'

  'Indeed. Weren't you being rather reckless? After all, you don't know the man. Did you find out his name?'

  Caroline hesitated. 'Well, yes. He's Adam Steinbeck.' It came out with a rush and Amanda's face was a picture, registering astonishment, incredulity and finally disbelief with lightning rapidity.

  'Are you serious?' she gasped, a hand to her cheek. 'The Adam Steinbeck?'

  Caroline sighed, feeling slightly overawed herself. 'Yes. It was a surprise to me too.'

  'Surprise?' cried Amanda. 'It's nothing short of a miracle. No wonder poor old Ron got the cold shoulder. You're playing for higher stakes.'

  Caroline frowned. 'It's not like that at all,' she said irritably.

  Amanda shook her head, bewildered. 'And you were serious that day when you said you didn't know who he was?'

  'Of course. Good heavens, Amanda, I've only been there three weeks. How could I possibly recognise him? Anyway, I didn't.'

  'It really is fantastic. And you say he's an attractive man?'

  'He's fabulous,' exclaimed Caroline, hugging herself suddenly. 'By the way, he took me to lunch at a roadhouse called the Copper Kettle.'

  If it had been possible for Amanda to look even more shocked she would have done so.'

  'He's a very nice person,' went on Caroline. 'He made me feel at ease. I didn't get back to work until three-thirty and Miss Morgan was as nice as pie.' She smiled. 'Yes, he's very nice indeed.'

  Amanda looked wryly at her. 'Millionaires couldn't be anything else in my book,' she said, sighing. 'Boy, do you have all the luck!'

  'His money doesn't particularly appeal to me,' replied Caroline lazily, flinging herself on the foot of her bed. 'I'd probably be better pleased if he was just a two-thousand-a-year clerk. At least he might seriously be interested in me then. As it is.. .'

  'Now, hold on,' exclaimed Amanda sitting up. 'Lunch is all right, dinner maybe, but as for getting seriously involved with a man of his age, well, you must be joking!'

  Caroline flushed. 'Don't say that,' she said tensely.

  Amanda frowned. 'Why not? Someone's got to.

  Think, Caroline! He probably eats girls like you for breakfast. Men like Stein
beck can have their pick of any woman, and I mean any woman. Be your age. Besides, he's probably married with half a dozen kids.'

  Caroline rolled on to her suddenly churning stomach.

  'He said he wasn't married,' she muttered quietly. 'I can easily find out if he's lying, so why should he lie?'

  Amanda shrugged. 'Okay, he's not married. That doesn't make him any younger.'

  Caroline clenched her teeth. Amanda was probably right in everything she said, but she still wanted to see him again. She had to see him again! She had never heard anything derogatory spoken about him at the office, but that was no guarantee; money could close a lot of mouths.

  'Well, anyway,' she said defiantly, 'I'm having dinner with him tomorrow night.'

  Amanda spread her hands, palms upwards. 'I can't stop you. I can only say that the Steinbeck Building must have been up about fifteen years and he's been there probably as the head for most of that time.'

  Caroline sighed. 'I expect he's in his thirties,' she said casually.

  'Late thirties,' corrected Amanda grimly. 'Hell, you're really hooked aren't you? I'm sorry, kid, but you shouldn't take people at their face value.'

  Caroline shrugged. 'You're a great one to talk. What about you and that creature who called this evening?'

  Amanda frowned. 'At least he's in my age and income group,' she retorted, and Caroline got up off her bed and walked moodily into the living-room.

  No matter what Amanda said, she was going.

  CHAPTER TWO

  The following morning the office was buzzing with the news that Caroline Sinclair, the new girl in the typing pool, had been seen entering the building with Adam Steinbeck himself. It was also rumoured that they had had lunch together.

  Caroline herself had got up earlier to look after Amanda before leaving home and had arrived on time. Ruth could hardly wait to speak to her.

  'Is it true?' she gasped. 'Was that why you were so late back yesterday? You had no time to tell me, being so busy when you got back.'

  'Yes,' admitted Caroline reluctantly. 'And please, before you start too, I don't want a lecture.'

  Ruth looked surprised at Caroline's tone of voice. 'Pardon me for asking,' she said in a hurt voice. 'Seriously though, Caroline, before you bite my head off, he is about forty, you know.'

  Caroline closed her eyes for a moment. 'Now, Ruth. . .' she began.

  'Oh, I know, he's a dish,' interrupted Ruth quickly, 'I've seen him in the distance myself. I expect dozens of women adore him, but really, you don't honestly believe he's interesting himself in you for any other reason than the obvious one.'

  'Which is?' said Caroline irritably..

  'Why, sex, of course,' replied Ruth, flushing.

  Caroline sighed. 'I honestly don't know why you and Amanda think you know Adam Steinbeck better than me. Amanda wouldn't know him if she saw him and you've just admitted you've only seen him from a distance. You both seem to think he's some sort of sex-maniac or something.'

  Ruth shrugged. 'We're only thinking of you,' she returned coolly. 'Have you considered what would happen if you get more than friendly? He's not some boy who expects a goodnight kiss in a doorway. He was married, he'll expect rather more.'

  'Married!' exclaimed Caroline. 'What happened to his wife?'

  'She died of leukaemia about eight years ago. One of the older girls told me about it ages ago.'

  'I see,' Caroline could not help but feel relieved. At least he had not been lying to her. 'Has he any family, then?'

  'He has a son, he's at Radbury University, I believe. Good heavens, Caroline, his son is older than you are.'

  Caroline clenched her fists. 'Truthfully, Ruth, would you think he was too old for you, if you were in my place?'

  Ruth was silent. In her heart of hearts she knew that Caroline had her cornered. A man like Steinbeck could not be ignored even without his wealth and position. And to have him invite you to lunch must be very exciting.

  'All right,' she agreed at last. 'In your position I'd probably do the same. But I wouldn't take him seriously, Caroline. Things like that just don't happen outside of story books. Anyway, how on earth did you meet him?'

  'You remember the man in the lift?' asked Caroline quietly.

  'You don't mean that was Steinbeck?'

  Caroline nodded.

  'My gosh!' Ruth was astounded. 'Do you mean to say he asked you out that day and you didn't tell me?'

  'No, I bumped into him yesterday lunch time when I was rushing home to see Amanda. He offered me a lift and I accepted. Then he asked me to lunch.'

  Ruth shrugged helplessly. 'Well, well, well.' She sighed. 'But do be careful, Caroline. I really mean it.'

  'All right.' Caroline turned away to her machine. She did not intend mentioning her dinner date. She had heard quite enough comments about him for the time being.

  The morning dragged by. She did not have to go home at lunch as Amanda was feeling a lot better after her day in bed and had said she could get herself something to eat.

  As she worked, Caroline wondered what on earth she was going to wear that evening. She had only one evening dress, which she had worn last at a party given by the secretarial college where she had taken the course. It was dated already and being of pink cotton, chosen by Aunt Agnes, it made her look very young and schoolgirlish.

  She eventually decided she would have to have a new dress. She called at the Post Office during her lunch hour and drew out twenty pounds of her savings. She knew she was being ridiculously extravagant, but she wanted Adam to be proud of her..

  After work, in a small dress shop near the office building, she found exactly what she wanted. It was jade green, of see-through lace, and Caroline felt quite daring. The colour matched her eyes and she looked years older than her seventeen years. She felt very satisfied. Now she could hold her own with any of those sleek, society women.

  Amanda was horrified when she found Caroline had wasted so much money; and wasted was the word she used.

  'You must be mad!' she exclaimed angrily. 'Don't you realise that if you were to go out regularly with a man like him you would need loads of new clothes? I know you've only got fifty pounds in the Post Office, because you told me so.'

  Caroline swung round furiously. 'Really, Amanda, it's my money, after all!'

  'You want your head examining,' retorted Amanda fiercely.

  'Just leave me alone,' muttered Caroline. 'I'll tread my own path to destruction, if you don't mind.'

  Amanda was silent for a moment and then she said:

  'I'm sorry if I sound interfering. It's simply that you can't afford to spend all that money on one outfit.' She sighed. 'Oh, well, if you really intend going through with it, do you want to borrow my cape?'

  Caroline flushed and then looked ashamed. 'Please, Amanda.' She sighed. 'Oh, I'm sorry if I was rude, really I am, but I can take care of myself.'

  Amanda shrugged. 'All right. I won't say another word. What time is he arriving?'

  Caroline told her and then rushed away to take a bath before someone else collared the bathroom. She was ready as the clock from the nearby church steeple struck seven o'clock. She looked beautiful in the green dress. Amanda was aware that she looked much older tonight, but refrained from saying so in case she caused another row.

  It was she who first saw the Rolls turn into the cul-de-sac and turning come to halt by the door below.

  'I guess this is him,' she said slowly, while Caroline felt her stomach palpitate alarmingly.

  'I'll go down,' she said, opening the door.

  'Be good,' remarked Amanda with a wry smile. Then more seriously, 'And be careful.'

  Caroline nodded, and then closing the door she descended the stairs.

  When she reached the street she found Adam leaning against the bonnet of the car, smoking a cigarette. Tonight he was wearing a charcoal grey suit and a dark grey gabardine overcoat. He looked bigger than ever as he straightened at her approach.

  'Hello,' she murmured, and
his eyes narrowed rather mockingly before he too smiled at her.

  'Good evening,' he answered suavely, and opened the car door for her to slide in.

  When he was seated beside her he gave her an appraising look. 'You look quite beautiful, my dear,' he said rather sardonically. 'And very sophisticated too. Are you?'

  Not liking his tone, Caroline shivered suddenly. 'I.. .1 don't think I quite understand you,' she replied, trying to see his face in the semi-darkness.

  He sounded amused and said: 'Forget it.'

  The car was as smooth and luxurious as Caroline remembered and she relaxed slightly in her seat.

  'I've booked a table at the Mozambo for eight o'clock,' he remarked as the car joined the busier traffic of the King's Road. The Mozambo was a newly- opened night-club and Caroline knew she ought not to go anywhere like that as she was not yet eighteen.

  Adam glanced at her when she did not reply. 'What's wrong?' he asked blandly. 'Don't you like the idea? I'm sure it's just the place for an outfit like that.'

  'It's not that I don't want to go,' she answered uncomfortably. 'But as I'm not eighteen until March...'

  'Ah, I had forgotten,' he said slowly, although she had the feeling he had not forgotten at all. 'Then we will go somewhere more innocuous.'

  Caroline felt dreadfully young and gauche. 'Oh, really,' she murmured. 'I feel rather ridiculous.'

  'Why? You can't help your age. Besides, night-clubs are not particularly my metier.'

  Caroline sighed, still feeling uncomfortable. 'Then where are we going?'

  Adam looked thoughtful. 'I think perhaps we will have dinner at the Caprice and then I'll get tickets for a show. Is there any particular show you would care to see?'

  'I really don't mind,' exclaimed Caroline, half relieved. 'Are you sure I'm not spoiling your evening?'

  He smiled wryly. 'You couldn't do that,' he replied smoothly.