e a sock in t ! S me after all. And t even kno  t it  proved I’d been off uffing  out of me. A moment earlier I’d been kind of bullying  to be angry because I’d been dragged back from Birmingurned tables on me. You don’t o tell me  t moment. I kno ten all over me in big letters—I kno even guilty! But it’s a matter of . I’m used to being in t  t out of my voice as I answered:

    ‘ do you mean? ’s t t there?’

    ‘You read it and you’ll see  is.’

    I took it. It ter from o be a firm of solicitors, and it reet as Rotom’s el, I noticed.

    ‘Dear Madam,’ I read, ‘ito your letter of t.,  be some mistake. Rotom’s el o a block of offices. No one ansion of your husband has been here. Possibly—’

    I didn’t read any furt all in a flastle bit too clever and put my foot in it. t one faint ray of  ten to post tter I’d addressed from Rotom’s, in  possible I could brazen it out. But  t idea.

    ‘ell, George, you see ter says? t e to Rotom’s el—o a little note, asking t! t even any suctom’s el. And t, I got your letter saying you  tel. You got someone to post it for you, I suppose. t was your business in Birmingham!’

    ‘But look  all t isn’t  all. You don’t understand.’

    ‘Oand PERFECtLY.’

    ‘But look here, hilda—’

    asn’t any use, of course. It  even meet urned and tried to make for the door.

    ‘I’ll o take to the garage,’ I said.

    ‘O get out of it like t. You’ll stay en to  to say, please.’

    ‘But, damn it! I’ve got to scs on,  I?