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"
Think
I
’
ll
do
?
"
His
look
was
doubtful
.
"
Treat
’
em
tough
.
It
’
s
the
only
way
.
Never
let
’
em
get
you
down
.
They
did
the
chap
before
me
,
you
know
.
Never
met
him
,
but
apparently
he
went
bonkers
.
Couldn
’
t
control
the
boys
.
"
He
got
out
of
the
car
.
"
Well
,
all
the
best
,
old
man
.
"
He
grinned
.
"
And
listen
.
"
He
had
his
band
on
the
doorhandle
.
"
Beware
of
the
waiting
room
.
"
He
closed
the
door
at
once
,
as
if
he
had
rehearsed
that
moment
.
I
opened
it
quickly
and
leaned
out
to
call
after
him
.
"
The
what
?
"
He
turned
,
but
only
to
give
a
sharp
wave
The
Trafalgar
Square
crowd
swallowed
him
up
.
I
couldn
’
t
get
the
smile
on
his
face
out
of
my
mind
.
It
secreted
an
omission
;
something
he
’
d
saved
up
,
a
mysterious
last
word
.
Waiting
room
,
waiting
room
,
waiting
room
;
it
went
round
in
my
head
all
that
evening
.
I
picked
up
Alison
and
we
went
to
the
garage
that
was
going
to
sell
the
car
for
me
.
I
’
d
offered
it
to
her
some
time
before
,
but
she
had
refused
.
"
If
I
had
it
I
’
d
always
think
of
you
.
"
"
Then
have
it
.
"
