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MOST SOUGHT AFTER BANK
When Arthur came to, he found himself fondly clasping a pillow, half-hoping it might be Jenny, and suffering from such an almighty hangover he thought for a moment a band of the household cavalry were tramping over him in full chorus with studded boots. Resisting the temptation to pull the pillow over his head to muffle the drums, he managed to get to his feet shakily and looking at his watch with bleary eye groaned at the time. Half-past eight, he howled inwardly. He only had half an hour to get to the office. Hastily swallowing a couple of aspirins in a half-tumbler of scotch that went through him like a fiery flame, he hurriedly stuffed the offending chemise out of sight in a drawer and stumbled next door to make sure he hadn’t dreamed it all. It was completel
