Last Holiday Page #10

You were a wee bit overhasty.

But he seemed to have something

special about him, George did.

Might have been 'cause he was feeling he was

for the long jump soon. Know what I mean?

I believe that's just it, Mr. Clarence.

Now, of course, it's different.

He's just like the rest of us.

Seemed to me a commonplace sort of chap,

Not above throwing his weight about.

But he never pretended to be anything else.

He was always quite frank about that.

- He was -

- What?

I don't know.

I- I'm all mixed up.

Let's talk about something else.

Regal Hotel, Pinebourne.

Yes?

Yes?

Bird? Yes, he was -

What?

Mrs. Poole speaking.

Yes, all right.

I'll tell them.

As you know, it was at this stage

of our convivial proceedings...

that we'd planned

a very enthusiastic toast.

- Well, I think we still ought to have it.

- Hear! Hear!

But with one little modification.

As our friend Bird has not condescended

to appear at this dinner...

we're doing without him.

- And, in my humble opinion, doing very well.

And we can still drink a toast -

a toast to ourselves.

And why not, ladies and gentlemen?

A doctor made a mistake.

Well, that's that.

But like Mr, Bird, who's probably

back in that sphere of life...

that he perhaps adorns more gracefully

than he did this one...

we're all alive too -

alive and kicking too!

Perhaps in some ways

rather more than he!

I'm sorry to interrupt you.

I think you'd like to know

Mr. Bird is dead.

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