The Brother of Daphne by Dornford Yates
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I seated myself on a table and lighted a cigarette. Then:
"I wonder how he'll like his new place," I said, apostrophizing the skylight. A pause. Then: "Of corse, the guv'nor might be in," said the youth. "Yer never knows." "Speak for yourself," said I. "At the same time, you appear to be doing what you conceive to be your duty. And for those who do their duty, there is always a shilling in the left-hand trouser-pocket- " But the boy was half-way upstairs. I had proved my identity. Five minutes later one of the partners was conducting me in the direction of the baths. Now he had twice begged me to be careful not to hit my head, for he led me through divers dark, low-pitched corridors. Especially divers. I remembered his warning about a fifth of a second too late. When we at length emerged again into the broad light of day, I contemplated my new bowler in some annoyance. It was bashed in properly. A large dent- in shape somewhat resembling the Empire of India- leered at me, its edges generously defined with whitewash. Very trying. |
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