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“I’d never bet on something like that,” said Fast Johnny adamantly. “You did.” “I didn’t.” “You did.” “This is getting childish. Anyway, I don’t remember it.” “Be that as it may, I bet you can’t reach the boundary edge before that limping, three-legged Yorkshire terrier. It’s your ball.” “Are you casting aspersions on my fitness?” …
As a rule, I rather enjoy watching the cricket. I have always thought it a nice way to spend a summer afternoon. You can chat with friends, spice up a cucumber sandwich with a drink, and if you so choose, get merry. The ground was situated behind the Forelock Arms where the two marquee tents …
It was two o’clock in the morning; everything was going swimmingly when Henry turned around and saw Ed Valour swaying on the barstool beside him. “Could kill one of those gin slims you’re drinking only I appear to be short of a bob or two.” Henry giggled and felt in his pocket: “Ed, never you …