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I chucked Firby-Smith's portmanteau out of the window, thinking he'd got out, only he hadn't really, and it's at a station miles back." "You're a bit of a rotter, aren't you? Had it got your name and address on it, Gazeka?" "Yes." "Oh, then it's certain to be all right. It's bound to turn up some time. They'll send it on by the next train, and you'll get it either to-night or to-morrow."
He was awakened from a dream in which he was batting against Firby-Smith's bowling, and hitting it into space every time, by a slight sound. He opened his eyes, and saw a dark figure silhouetted against the light of the window. He sat up in bed. "Hullo," he said. "Is that you, Wyatt?" "Are you awake?" said Wyatt. "Sorry if I've spoiled your beauty sleep." "Are you going out?" "I am," said Wyatt.
By the way, rather lucky you've met. He's in your house. Firby-Smith's head of Wain's, Mike." Mike gathered that Gazeka and Firby-Smith were one and the same person. He grinned again. Firby-Smith continued to look ruffled, though not aggressive. "Oh, are you in Wain's?" he said. "I say, Bob," said Mike, "I've made rather an ass of myself." "Naturally." "I mean, what happened was this.
The only possible way of smoothing over an episode of this kind is for the guilty man to grovel. Firby-Smith did not grovel. "Easy run there, you know," he said reprovingly. The world swam before Mike's eyes. Through the red mist he could see Firby-Smith's face. The sun glinted on his rather prominent teeth. To Mike's distorted vision it seemed that the criminal was amused.
The more he considered the Gazeka's insignificance and futility and his own magnificence, the more outrageous did it seem that he should be dragged out of bed to please Firby-Smith's vapid mind. Here was he, about to receive his first eleven colours on this very day probably, being ordered about, inconvenienced in short, put upon by a worm who had only just scraped into the third.
Firby-Smith's manner became ominously calm. He produced a swagger-stick from a corner. "Do you see?" he asked again. Mike's jaw set more tightly. What one really wants here is a row of stars. Mike was still full of his injuries when Wyatt came back. Wyatt was worn out, but cheerful.
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