Otley Page #7

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of my conversation with

"Sir" Alec Hadrian this afternoon.

Notice the way I cleverly engineer

the conversation to incriminate him.

Just winding it back,

...morning, Raymond. Yes, the answer is

"American-style smoked haddock."

you want one pound...

I forgot to press 'record'.

To receive the honour of knighthood,

Sir Alec Hadrian.

Just for the record,

we do believe you.

Well, who's worried?

The fate of the nation's

no concern of us "little people".

You'll probably see he's been retired

with a thrombosis in six months.

They'll never believe this

in the pub, you know.

So that's it, is it?

I mean, I won't be called upon to smash

some Chinese opium gang on Monday, will I?

Not you, Gerry.

They've already closed your file.

Great!

So now I'm back to reality.

Dull, grey and lovely.

Hey, I owe you a dinner.

I mean, I can see you again, can't I?

Don't be silly, love.

What have you been up to, then?

Oh, nothing much.

I just got back to square one.

Well, at least you've got

a roof over your head now.

- No, I haven't.

- Yes, you have.

Albert's gone up North for two weeks.

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