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Whittaker
said
there
was
,
and
that
he
lived
in
Clapham
.
He
went
off
in
a
car
to
fetch
him
,
and
the
rest
of
us
sat
about
the
little
room
and
talked
of
anything
that
came
into
our
heads
.
I
lit
a
pipe
and
went
over
the
whole
thing
again
till
my
brain
grew
weary
.
About
one
in
the
morning
the
coastguard
man
arrived
.
He
was
a
fine
old
fellow
,
with
the
look
of
a
naval
officer
,
and
was
desperately
respectful
to
the
company
.
I
left
the
War
Minister
to
cross-examine
him
,
for
I
felt
he
would
think
it
cheek
in
me
to
talk
.
"
We
want
you
to
tell
us
the
places
you
know
on
the
East
Coast
where
there
are
cliffs
,
and
where
several
sets
of
steps
run
down
to
the
beach
.
"
He
thought
for
a
bit
.
"
What
kind
of
steps
do
you
mean
,
sir
?
There
are
plenty
of
places
with
roads
cut
down
through
the
cliffs
,
and
most
roads
have
a
step
or
two
in
them
.
Or
do
you
mean
regular
staircases
--
all
steps
,
so
to
speak
?
"
Sir
Arthur
looked
towards
me
.
"
We
mean
regular
staircases
,
"
I
said
.
He
reflected
a
minute
or
two
.
"
I
do
n't
know
that
I
can
think
of
any
.
Wait
a
second
.
There
's
a
place
in
Norfolk
--
Brattlesham
--
beside
a
golf-course
,
where
there
are
a
couple
of
staircases
,
to
let
the
gentlemen
get
a
lost
ball
.
"
"
That
's
not
it
,
"
I
said
.
"
Then
there
are
plenty
of
Marine
Parades
,
if
that
's
what
you
mean
.
Every
seaside
resort
has
them
.
"
I
shook
my
head
.
"
It
's
got
to
be
more
retired
than
that
,
"
I
said
.
