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That
was
the
worst
part
of
the
business
,
for
I
was
fairly
choking
to
get
out
of
doors
.
Six-thirty
passed
,
then
six-forty
,
but
still
he
did
not
come
.
The
fool
had
chosen
this
day
of
all
days
to
be
late
.
At
one
minute
after
the
quarter
to
seven
I
heard
the
rattle
of
the
cans
outside
.
I
opened
the
front
door
,
and
there
was
my
man
,
singling
out
my
cans
from
a
bunch
he
carried
and
whistling
through
his
teeth
.
He
jumped
a
bit
at
the
sight
of
me
.
"
Come
in
here
a
moment
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
want
a
word
with
you
.
"
And
I
led
him
into
the
dining-room
.
"
I
reckon
you
're
a
bit
of
a
sportsman
,
"
I
said
,
"
and
I
want
you
to
do
me
a
service
.
Lend
me
your
cap
and
overall
for
ten
minutes
,
and
here
's
a
sovereign
for
you
.
"
His
eyes
opened
at
the
sight
of
the
gold
,
and
he
grinned
broadly
.
"
Wot
's
the
gyme
?
"
he
asked
.
"
A
bet
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
have
n't
time
to
explain
,
but
to
win
it
I
've
got
to
be
a
milkman
for
the
next
ten
minutes
.
All
you
've
got
to
do
is
to
stay
here
till
I
come
back
.
You
'll
be
a
bit
late
,
but
nobody
will
complain
,
and
you
'll
have
that
quid
for
yourself
.
"
"
Right-o
!
"
he
said
cheerily
.
"
I
ai
n't
the
man
to
spoil
a
bit
of
sport
.
'
Ere
's
the
rig
,
guv
'n
or
.
"
I
stuck
on
his
flat
blue
hat
and
his
white
overall
,
picked
up
the
cans
,
banged
my
door
,
and
went
whistling
downstairs
.
The
porter
at
the
foot
told
me
to
shut
my
jaw
,
which
sounded
as
if
my
make-up
was
adequate
.
At
first
I
thought
there
was
nobody
in
the
street
.
Then
I
caught
sight
of
a
policeman
a
hundred
yards
down
,
and
a
loafer
shuffling
past
on
the
other
side
.
Some
impulse
made
me
raise
my
eyes
to
the
house
opposite
,
and
there
at
a
first-floor
window
was
a
face
.
As
the
loafer
passed
he
looked
up
,
and
I
fancied
a
signal
was
exchanged
.
