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"
Do
you
belong
to
Beadley
’
s
lot
?
"
he
asked
.
The
response
was
convincingly
blank
.
"
Pity
,
"
said
Coker
.
"
That
’
d
have
been
our
first
real
stroke
of
luck
in
quite
a
time
.
"
"
What
is
,
or
are
,
Beadley
’
s
lot
?
"
inquired
the
fair
man
.
I
was
feeling
wilted
and
dry
after
some
hours
in
the
driving
cab
with
the
sun
on
it
.
I
suggested
that
we
might
remove
discussion
from
the
middle
of
the
street
to
some
more
congenial
spot
.
We
passed
round
their
trucks
through
a
familiar
litter
of
cases
of
biscuits
,
chests
of
tea
,
sides
of
bacon
,
sacks
of
sugar
,
blocks
of
salt
,
and
all
the
rest
of
it
to
a
small
bar
parlor
next
door
.
Over
pint
pots
Coker
and
I
gave
them
a
short
r
&
um6
of
what
we
’
d
done
and
what
we
knew
.
They
were
an
oddly
assorted
trio
.
The
fair
-
haired
man
turned
out
to
be
a
member
of
the
Stock
Exchange
by
the
name
of
Stephen
Brennell
.
His
companion
was
a
good
-
looking
,
well
-
built
girl
with
an
occasional
superficial
petulance
but
no
real
surprise
over
whatever
life
might
hand
her
next
.
She
had
led
one
of
those
fringe
careers
—
modeling
dresses
,
selling
them
,
putting
in
movie
-
extra
work
,
missing
opportunities
of
going
to
Hollywood
,
hostessing
for
obscure
clubs
,
and
helping
out
these
activities
by
such
other
means
as
offered
themselves
.
She
had
an
utterly
unshakable
conviction
that
nothing
serious
could
have
happened
to
America
,
and
that
it
was
only
a
matter
of
holding
out
for
a
while
until
the
Americans
arrived
to
put
everything
in
order
.
She
was
quite
the
least
troubled
person
I
had
encountered
since
the
catastrophe
took
place
.
Though
just
occasionally
she
pined
a
little
for
the
bright
lights
which
she
hoped
the
Americans
would
hurry
up
and
restore
.
The
third
member
,
the
dark
young
man
,
nursed
a
grudge
.
He
had
worked
hard
and
saved
hard
in
order
to
start
his
small
radio
store
,
and
he
had
ambitions
.
"
Look
at
Ford
,
"
he
told
us
,
"
and
look
at
Lard
Nuffield
—
he
started
with
a
bike
shop
no
bigger
than
my
radio
store
,
and
see
where
he
got
to
!
That
’
s
the
kind
of
thing
I
was
going
to
do
.
And
now
look
at
the
damned
mess
things
are
in
!
It
ain
’
t
fair
!
"
Fate
,
as
he
saw
it
,
didn
’
t
want
any
more
Fords
or
Nuffields
—
but
he
didn
’
t
intend
to
take
that
lying
down
.
This
was
only
an
interval
sent
to
Lry
bim
—
one
day
would
see
him
back
in
his
radio
store
with
his
foot
set
firmly
on
the
first
rung
to
millionairedom
.
The
most
disappointing
thing
about
them
was
to
find
that
they
knew
nothing
of
the
Michael
Beadley
party
.
Indeed
,
the
only
group
they
had
encountered
was
in
a
village
just
over
the
Devon
border
,
where
a
couple
of
men
with
shotguns
had
advised
them
not
to
come
that
way
again
.
Those
men
,
they
said
,
were
obviously
local
.
Coker
suggested
that
that
meant
a
small
group
.
