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SAY IT WITH FLOWERS
Alastair and Arthur – well, to be honest, Alastair mostly – were going over the manager’s offer with little enthusiasm as they waited in the luxurious surroundings of the foyer in Whites Hotel for Mr Morrissey to arrive.
As Alastair tried to ease the unaccustomed stiff collar around his neck, he remarked bitterly, “Ten shillings a month. What sort of measly rise do you call that when he’s celebrating in a place like this? When I think I had £20,000 in my hands, I could throw up.”
“If young George hadn’t arrived in the nick of time, you might have had twenty years to think about it – sewing up mail bags,” Arthur punctured his dreams brutally. His earlier feelings of almost hero worship for Alastair had undergone a somewhat rapid change after recent events.
“Ye-es,
