“Hullo!” said Crump, in his healthiest tone. “How’s the wing?”
“Very well,” said the Angel. “The pain’s gone.”
“I suppose you know you are trespassing?”
“Trespassing!” said the Angel.
“I suppose you don’t know what that means,” said Crump.
“I don’t,” said the Angel.
“I must congratulate you. I don’t know how long you will last, but you are keeping it up remarkably well. I thought at first you were a mattoid, but you’re so amazingly consistent. Your attitude of entire ignorance of the elementary facts of Life is really a very amusing pose. You make slips of course, but very few. But surely we two understand one another.”
He smiled at the Angel. “You would beat Sherlock Holmes. I wonder who you really are.”
The Angel smiled back, with eyebrows raised and hands extended. “It’s impossi
