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"
Somebody
’
s
got
to
come
,
"
he
said
grimly
.
"
Anyway
,
there
’
s
your
job
—
and
mind
you
keep
to
your
area
.
"
I
stopped
him
as
he
was
on
the
point
of
leaving
.
"
Have
you
got
a
Miss
Playton
here
?
"
I
asked
.
"
I
don
’
t
know
any
of
your
names
,
"
he
said
.
"
Fair
-
haired
,
about
five
foot
six
or
seven
,
gray
-
blue
eyes
,
"
I
persisted
.
"
There
’
s
a
girl
about
that
size
,
and
blond
.
But
I
haven
’
t
looked
at
her
eyes
.
Got
something
more
important
to
do
,
"
he
said
as
he
left
.
I
studied
the
map
.
I
was
not
greatly
taken
with
the
district
allotted
to
me
.
Some
of
it
was
a
salubrious
enough
suburb
,
indeed
,
but
in
the
circumstances
a
location
that
included
docks
and
warehouses
would
have
more
to
offer
.
It
was
doubtful
whether
there
would
be
any
sizable
storage
depots
in
this
part
.
Still
,
"
can
’
t
all
‘
ave
a
prize
.
"
as
Alf
would
doubtless
express
k
—
and
,
anyway
,
II
had
no
intention
of
staying
there
any
longer
than
was
strictly
necessary
.
When
Alf
showed
up
again
I
asked
him
if
he
would
take
a
note
to
Josella
.
He
shook
his
head
.
"
Sorry
,
mate
.
Not
allowed
.
"
