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Mr.
Prosser
wanted
to
be
at
point
D.
Point
D
was
n't
anywhere
in
particular
,
it
was
just
any
convenient
point
a
very
long
way
from
points
A
,
B
and
C
.
He
would
have
a
nice
little
cottage
at
point
D
,
with
axes
over
the
door
,
and
spend
a
pleasant
amount
of
time
at
point
E
,
which
would
be
the
nearest
pub
to
point
D.
His
wife
of
course
wanted
climbing
roses
,
but
he
wanted
axes
.
He
did
n't
know
why
--
he
just
liked
axes
.
He
flushed
hotly
under
the
derisive
grins
of
the
bulldozer
drivers
.
He
shifted
his
weight
from
foot
to
foot
,
but
it
was
equally
uncomfortable
on
each
.
Obviously
somebody
had
been
appallingly
incompetent
and
he
hoped
to
God
it
was
n't
him
.
Mr.
Prosser
said
:
"
You
were
quite
entitled
to
make
any
suggestions
or
protests
at
the
appropriate
time
you
know
.
"
"
Appropriate
time
?
"
hooted
Arthur
.
"
Appropriate
time
?
The
first
I
knew
about
it
was
when
a
workman
arrived
at
my
home
yesterday
.
I
asked
him
if
he
'd
come
to
clean
the
windows
and
he
said
no
he
'd
come
to
demolish
the
house
.
He
did
n't
tell
me
straight
away
of
course
.
Oh
no
.
First
he
wiped
a
couple
of
windows
and
charged
me
a
fiver
.
Then
he
told
me
.
"
"
But
Mr.
Dent
,
the
plans
have
been
available
in
the
local
planning
office
for
the
last
nine
month
.
"
"
Oh
yes
,
well
as
soon
as
I
heard
I
went
straight
round
to
see
them
,
yesterday
afternoon
.
You
had
n't
exactly
gone
out
of
your
way
to
call
attention
to
them
,
had
you
?
I
mean
like
actually
telling
anybody
or
anything
.
"
"
But
the
plans
were
on
display
...
"
"
On
display
?
I
eventually
had
to
go
down
to
the
cellar
to
find
them
.
"
"
That
's
the
display
department
.
"
