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"
I
know
that
game
,
"
he
said
.
"
Five
times
in
one
day
is
a
little
bit
...
Well
,
you
better
look
sharp
and
get
a
copy
of
our
correspondence
in
the
Delacour
case
for
Mr.
Alleyne
.
"
This
address
in
the
presence
of
the
public
,
his
run
upstairs
and
the
porter
he
had
gulped
down
so
hastily
confused
the
man
and
,
as
he
sat
down
at
his
desk
to
get
what
was
required
,
he
realised
how
hopeless
was
the
task
of
finishing
his
copy
of
the
contract
before
half
past
five
.
The
dark
damp
night
was
coming
and
he
longed
to
spend
it
in
the
bars
,
drinking
with
his
friends
amid
the
glare
of
gas
and
the
clatter
of
glasses
.
He
got
out
the
Delacour
correspondence
and
passed
out
of
the
office
.
He
hoped
Mr.
Alleyne
would
not
discover
that
the
last
two
letters
were
missing
.
The
moist
pungent
perfume
lay
all
the
way
up
to
Mr.
Alleyne
's
room
.
Miss
Delacour
was
a
middle-aged
woman
of
Jewish
appearance
.
Mr.
Alleyne
was
said
to
be
sweet
on
her
or
on
her
money
.
She
came
to
the
office
often
and
stayed
a
long
time
when
she
came
.
She
was
sitting
beside
his
desk
now
in
an
aroma
of
perfumes
,
smoothing
the
handle
of
her
umbrella
and
nodding
the
great
black
feather
in
her
hat
.
Mr.
Alleyne
had
swivelled
his
chair
round
to
face
her
and
thrown
his
right
foot
jauntily
upon
his
left
knee
.
The
man
put
the
correspondence
on
the
desk
and
bowed
respectfully
but
neither
Mr.
Alleyne
nor
Miss
Delacour
took
any
notice
of
his
bow
.
Mr.
Alleyne
tapped
a
finger
on
the
correspondence
and
then
flicked
it
towards
him
as
if
to
say
:
"
That
's
all
right
:
you
can
go
.
"
The
man
returned
to
the
lower
office
and
sat
down
again
at
his
desk
.
He
stared
intently
at
the
incomplete
phrase
:
In
no
case
shall
the
said
Bernard
Bodley
be
...
and
thought
how
strange
it
was
that
the
last
three
words
began
with
the
same
letter
.
The
chief
clerk
began
to
hurry
Miss
Parker
,
saying
she
would
never
have
the
letters
typed
in
time
for
post
.
The
man
listened
to
the
clicking
of
the
machine
for
a
few
minutes
and
then
set
to
work
to
finish
his
copy
.
But
his
head
was
not
clear
and
his
mind
wandered
away
to
the
glare
and
rattle
of
the
public-house
.
It
was
a
night
for
hot
punches
.
He
struggled
on
with
his
copy
,
but
when
the
clock
struck
five
he
had
still
fourteen
pages
to
write
.
Blast
it
!
He
could
n't
finish
it
in
time
.
He
longed
to
execrate
aloud
,
to
bring
his
fist
down
on
something
violently
.
He
was
so
enraged
that
he
wrote
Bernard
Bernard
instead
of
Bernard
Bodley
and
had
to
begin
again
on
a
clean
sheet
.
He
felt
strong
enough
to
clear
out
the
whole
office
singlehanded
.
His
body
ached
to
do
something
,
to
rush
out
and
revel
in
violence
.
All
the
indignities
of
his
life
enraged
him
...
.
Could
he
ask
the
cashier
privately
for
an
advance
?
No
,
the
cashier
was
no
good
,
no
damn
good
:
he
would
n't
give
an
advance
...
.
He
knew
where
he
would
meet
the
boys
:
Leonard
and
O'Halloran
and
Nosey
Flynn
.
The
barometer
of
his
emotional
nature
was
set
for
a
spell
of
riot
.
His
imagination
had
so
abstracted
him
that
his
name
was
called
twice
before
he
answered
.
Mr.
Alleyne
and
Miss
Delacour
were
standing
outside
the
counter
and
all
the
clerks
had
turn
round
in
anticipation
of
something
.
The
man
got
up
from
his
desk
.
Mr.
Alleyne
began
a
tirade
of
abuse
,
saying
that
two
letters
were
missing
.
The
man
answered
that
he
knew
nothing
about
them
,
that
he
had
made
a
faithful
copy
.
The
tirade
continued
:
it
was
so
bitter
and
violent
that
the
man
could
hardly
restrain
his
fist
from
descending
upon
the
head
of
the
manikin
before
him
:
"
I
know
nothing
about
any
other
two
letters
,
"
he
said
stupidly
.
