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is a condition of your employment , '
nue in an effort to obtain
solely in the office . ' If the jacket
to go , was left almost alone in the
qualify for relief . '
the Inspector had written , ' it may
coach . He fumed as he recol-
lected the long correspondence he
It was a new briefcase , and as the train jogged along
' It 's not mine . I wasn't sitting there . ' She blinked
the shiny clasp twinkled invitingly at Cecil .
He wondered what it contained . Probably the remains
of someone's lunch or a few secret files .
He smiled at his own joke .
disdainfully at him and stepped out .
when he shook the case there was a rustling thud
five thousand at least . ' He felt in his jacket pocket
his own briefcase key , a suitcase key and a
It was locked . Eager fingers felt bulky contents and
and pulled out a key ring . In succession he tried
of wads of paper . ' Cor ! ' he muttered aloud , ' there 's
device designed to lock typewriters .
bent wire loop into the lock and
There was a click and the
briefcase opened . Cecil thrust an
Cecil searched in his pockets once
pound notes .
paper-clips . After a few seconds
of twisting , he roughly thrust a
more and came up with two
waggled it around vigorously .
groping after wads of five
eager hand inside , his fingers
They closed on a single bundle and , fumbling with
side . ' Old fashioned fivers ! ' he muttered again , and
rested on a wad of stiff white paper printed on one
alone on polite request .
break their promise to pay on rude demand , let
nervous excitement , he pulled it out . His eye
Govr. and Compa. of the Bank of England would never
tried to recall if they were still legal tender . Surely the
bore , in large Baskerville type , the words METROPOLITAN
glowered at his own breach of social morality .
COURSE NO. 3 . He ruffled the sheets irritably and
Cecil frowned in disappointment as he focussed upon the
MONOTECHNIC INSTITUTE ADVANCED ACCOUNTANCY
at all . He was holding a paper booklet , the top sheet of which
printing to find no Govr. , no Compa. , in fact no five pound notes
briefcase at the ticket-collector with the firm
guilt-symbol upon the ticket-collector and then
He climbed the stairs , eager to unload the
intention of playing the dutiful citizen
fumbled for his contract before thrusting the
to emerge carrying his shame unseen , but burning ,
into the night . He reached the barrier and
retrieving lost property .
into the darkness .
stretched out a hand . ' Watch your step there , sir ! Your briefcase
is hanging open . You 'll have someone shoving their hot
little hands inside . Here , I 'll do it . ' The collector pressed the twinkling
Before he could open his mouth , the collector
catch home with a click . Cecil , irretrievably laden with
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both briefcase and conscience , stumbled away
Trunk and Greppes Tannin-free Tea .
they had once obtained as a free gift in exchange
and the polished brass fourteen-pounder shell-case
case into hiding between the do-it-yourself cupboard
the hall as he opened the front door . He nodded irritably
brella stand . ' You 're later than usual , aren't you ? '
His mother tidied her grey hair in the hall-mirror
and , turning his back to her , contrived to slide the brief-
for the labels from half a hundredweight of
' HELLO , CECIL . HAD a busy day ? ' His mother came into
which served respectively as coat cupboard and um-
easy on the immersion heater . ' What is it ,
fuss , mother ! I 'm quite well and no more
tired than usual , and we finished the gin
asked solicitously . ' You do look tired .
Cecil ? Don't you feel well ? ' his mother
in tax-free champagne whilst he had to go
inequity of Miss Cheesecake well-nigh bathing
last week , you know that . '
Go and get yourself a drink . ' ' Don't
Cecil gritted his teeth and glowered at the
Nobody 's tired . Now just you run along
Cecil stepped towards the dining room . ' I 'm
dinner ready . '
and I 'm NOT irritable . ' ' Very well then . ' His
upstairs and wash your hands whilst I get
sure you must be tired , ' his mother insisted .
mother nodded with understanding . ' You 're not tired .
' You 're very irritable , anyway . ' ' I 'm NOT tired
of a mother who had failed to realise that a son
the treads . ' And don't wipe the dirt off on the
climb the stairs , stamping with unnecessary vigour upon
Cecil wriggled irritably under the misplaced management
towel like you did yesterday .
who is nearly bald is no longer a baby . He started to
against the brass umbrella stand . ' Well now ! ' She hurried