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"Sure, with the greatest pleasure. But I 

 haven't the honour of knowuig your name yet. 

 Me name's Giveen." 



" And mine's Smith. Where are you staying 

 in town? " 



"I'm staying at Swan's Temperance Hotel, 

 in the Strand." 



Mr Dashwood looked at his watch. 



" It wants ten minutes to five. We may as well 

 get to the station. Have another drink? " 



" WeU, I don't mind if I do," said Mr Giveen, 

 who worked on a fixed principle of never refusing 

 anything he could get for nothing. 



Bobby Dashwood called for more ginger-beer, 

 which his companion consumed; then they started 

 for the station. 



The only plan Mr Dashwood had in his mind 

 for the moment was to cfing to his companion. 

 If the worst came to the worst he would, at least, 

 have the satisfaction of kicking the traitor 

 into the street out of Lewis's office, where he 

 determined to accompany him. But he felt dimly 

 there was a chance between this and to-morrow 

 morning of doing something to save French. 



If Giveen had only been a drinker the path 

 would have been clearer. The man who gets 

 jolly has always soft spots one can work on. 

 But Mr Giveen had no soft spots. He was soft 

 all over, with hard spots in him here and there; 

 and the hardest of all these spots was his hatred 

 of French. 



