detail of t ure,  George on a very trampling on a very fat dragon, and in t tle signature, ‘m. Sandford, Painter amp; Carpenter’. tistic-looking. You could see it ed by a real artist. St George looked a regular pansy. traps used to stand and to puke on Saturday nigo about times its size and concreted over, . I backed to one of t out.

    One ticed about t it goes in jerks. tion t stays by you for any lengtime. During t quarter of an  you could fairly describe as a s it almost like a sock in ts  top of C Lole stab s  as I stepped out of tcrilby  on to my  t it didn’t matter a damn. It ubs and . Besides, I  of lunch.

    I strolled into tel ial kind of air, s, o meet me, follocase. I felt pretty prosperous, and probably I looked it. A solid business man, you’d  any rate if you  seen t—blue flannel e stripe, yle. It  tailor calls a ‘reducing effect’. I believe t day I could ockbroker. And say ’s a very pleasant to o a nice country el  lamb and mint sauce a t it’s any treat to me to stay in els, Lord knooo muc ninety- nine times out of a ’s tels, like Rotom’s, aying at present, t, and ts are alaps never  so smart I  . In t el, only a pub, t o let and used to do a farmers’ lunc beef and Yorks dumpling and Stilton c days. It all seemed different except for t a glimpse of as I  past, and  carpet, and ing prints and copper o be, t flags underfoot, and ter mixed up -looking young ook my name at the office.

    ‘You wisainly, sir.  name s down, sir?’

    I paused. After al