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"That's the stuff, old lad," he said, as I laid the car in position.
"What now? Shall I give you a hand up with the trunk, or will you hump
it yourself? Don't mind me a bit. I'm ready for anything."
He looked genial, but I found him familiar, so with a curt:
"Take it to number ten," I strode off to overtake Tony, whom I saw
half-way down a rough path that led to her beloved "burn."
"I've seen the chambermaid," she said, when I overtook her. "Such a
pretty girl, but very shy and unsophisticated. Quite a girl, but wears
a wedding-ring."
I watched Tony "paidling" for some time, but as the amusement consisted
mainly of getting her under-apparel wet, I grew tired of it, and
climbed back to the hotel.
The bar-window was open once more in the little lounge, and Mr.
Gunthorpe was behind, his arms resting upon the ledge.
"Have a drink?" he said, as I entered. "It's all right now. The
balloon's gone up."
I looked at my watch. It was after six o'clock.
"I'll have a small Scotch and soda," I decided.
"This is on the house," said the eccentric landlord.


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