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I was the Flail of the Lord

           "Thesamehere.Nothoughtofit.Andhereweare,uptoournecksinthetureen.Why,I’veonlybeenbackthreeweeksfromUganda,andtakenaplaceinScotland,andsignedtheleaseandall.Prettygoin’sonwhat?Howdoesithityou?"

           "Well,itisallinthemainlineofmybusiness.IamajournalistontheGazette."

           "Ofcourseyousaidsowhenyoutookiton.Bytheway,I’vegotasmalljobforyou,ifyou’llhelpme."

           "Withpleasure."

           "Don’tmindtakin’arisk,doyou?"

           "Whatistherisk?"

           "Well,it’sBallingerhe’stherisk.You’veheardofhim?"

           "No."

           "Why,youngfellah,whereHAVEyoulived?SirJohnBallingeristhebestgentlemanjockinthenorthcountry.Icouldholdhimontheflatatmybest,butoverjumpshe’smymaster.Well,it’sanopensecretthatwhenhe’soutoftrainin’hedrinkshardstrikin’anaverage,hecallsit.HegotdeliriumonToosday,andhasbeenragin’likeadevileversince.Hisroomisabovethis.Thedoctorssaythatitisallupwiththeolddearunlesssomefoodisgotintohim,butasheliesinbedwitharevolveronhiscoverlet,andswearshewillputsixofthebestthroughanyonethatcomesnearhim,there’sbeenabitofastrikeamongtheserving-men.He’sahardnail,isJack,andadeadshot,too,butyoucan’tleaveaGrandNationalwinnertodielikethatwhat?"

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