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THE CHINA MAIL FRIDAY SUPPLEMENT, AUGUST 4, 1989-

"THE SERGEANT'S LIZZIE"

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too. With a word of thanks he walked swiftly on, up Portland Pl, to where a stream of cross- traffic from Weymouth St. had momentarily. held up the green

car.

Just as it moved on again ho opened the door, stepped in, and .sat down beside the driver.

"What the dickens?" said the foxy-faced man, and then, as he recognised his visitor, "oh, it's you, is it? And what the devil do you want?"

"Just dropped in, in passing," retorted Billy mildly, "to see how the old bus was running."

"She's running all right," an- swered the foxy-faced man, grud- gingly. "But see here, drop out again, will you? I'm in a hurry -late for an appointment." But even as he spoke there was. a slight movement in the back of the car, and, swinging round, Billy found himself staring into the uneasy face of the dear old gentleman of two days before.

"Well, well," said Billy hearti- ly. "Who'd ha' thought of finding. you here? Sorry you changed your mind about the car. Did you get your wife's shopping done?"

"You get out o' here," said the dear old gentleman hoarsely. "And make it snappy, see?"

"Put me out, then," retorted Billy. Billy, I may mention, weighs seventeen stone and is useful with his fists.

"Bert," said the dear old gen- tleman viciously, "step on the gas and head for some quiet street up north. We'll drop him out when the coast's clear, and if he starts to squeal meantime I'll give him a cosh on the head."

They whizzed across the Mary- lebone Rd., and tore on up on Cambridge Terrace, with Billy sitting mute beside the driver, doing a little hard thinking.

He waited, holding his breath, until the car swept out of Glou- cester Gate and, turned north again. There was a policeman on point duty at the top of Park, St., and as they came within hail- ing distance of him, Billy lean ed across switched off the engine and thrust the key into his trou- ser pocket. Naturally the car. stopped,

The foxy-faced man swore vi- ciously, and made to get out of the car, but Billy laid a vast hand on his arm. The dear old gentle- man-did not even attempt to move, for the car was a two-door, and Billy was sitting on the tip- up seat. Next minute the point- duty policeman had come over to see what was holding up the traf- fic.

"Officer," said Billy, "I give these men in charge for a lot of things, but if you want the de- tails you'll have to apply to old -to Sergeant Smith at Albany St."

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The sergeant was profoundly grateful to Billy. In some myster- ious way he had managed to get quite a lot of kudos for the cap- ture at headquarters. "That was a smart bit of work of yours, Mr. Evans," said he, when he drop- ped in at Great Portland St. a day or two later. "You ought to be in the police force yourself."

This was obviously intended as a compliment, and Billy thank- ed him; but, after all, as he said to me later, why waste your ta- lents? Any mug can be a police- man, but it takes a clever man to sell a motor-car.

FOOLED

Sandy arrived at Euston when noon was striking. He called a taxi, asked the driver to take him to Waterloo, mentioning that he had a train to catch at three o'clock.

Thinking that he had got a greenhorn for a fare, the taxidri- ver made a long detour, and for nearly three hours Sandy sat back and enjoyed the sights of London.

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him.

Master Frank Barnes looked surprised as our photographer snapped!

"Perhaps I'm hard to please

Then the taxi drew up at Waterloo, the driver all

smiles. to Sandy hopped out and darted up to a policeman who stood near by.

"What is the fare from Eus- ton to Waterloo ?" he asked.

The policemth told him. Sandy handed him the money. “Would you mind paying the driver, of- ficer?" he said; "I've a train to catch." Then he dived into the station.

When I was younger

I didn't much care what I ate or drank or smoked. But nowadays I take my pleas- ures, not sadly but seriously. I suppose you would call me faddy. I hate to be put off with second- best, no matter what it is. I won't eat a peach unless

it is English. If I order caviare it must be Beluga.

You see what I mean about whisky. While I can obtain a whisky as soft and smooth as a fine liqueur, why on earth should I be put off with anything less

than White Horse? I

admit that perhaps I am

hard to please -- but take

When

The Cambridge University O.T.C, wearing their new style of overall uniform are now in voluntary camp at Cambridge. the War Offico cancelled all official O.T.C. camps this year, Cambridge decided to hold its activities in a camp on their own rifle range.

it from me, it pays."

WHITE HORSE

WHISKY

You can tell it blindfold

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