The book of Evidence
“We sat in the darkened main street, beside a hardware shop, the engine purring. T h e driver turned around in his seat, lifting his cap for a rapid^ one-finger scratch, and settled d o w n to see what I w o u l d do next. O n c e again I was struck by the w a y these people stare, the dull, brute candour of their interest. I had better g i v e h i m a n a m e — it is R e c k , Fm afraid — for I shall be stuck with h i m for a while yet. He w o u l d be happy, he said, to drive me into the city h i m s e l f I shook my head: it was a g o o d thirty miles, and I already o w e d him m o n e y . Otherwise, he said, with an awful, ingratiating smile, his mother m i g h t put me up — M r s R e c k , it seemed, ran a public house with a r o o m upstairs. T h e idea did not appeal to me, but the street was dark and grimly silent, and there was something very depressing about those tools in that shop w i n d o w , and yes, I said faintly, with a hand to my forehead, yes, take me to y o u r mother.
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