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Now what was it ? I had it in my mind when I started out this morning." His
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the old man, and said jokingly, " I tell you what. I've got a little drop of
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Poor old chap, he's on his last pins, thought the boss. And, feeling kindly, he
winked at the old man, and said jokingly, " I tell you what. I've got a little
drop of something here that'll do you good before you go out into the cold
again. It's beautiful stuff. It wouldn't hurt a child." He took a key off his
watch-chain, unlocked a cupboard below his desk, and drew forth a dark, squat
bottle. " That's the medicine," said he. " And the man from whom I got it told
me on the strict Q.T. it came from the cellars at Windsor Cassel." Old
Woodifield's mouth fell open at the sight. He couldn't have looked more
surprised if the boss had produced a rabbit. " It's whisky, ain't it ? " he
piped, feebly. The boss turned the bottle and lovingly showed him the label.
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you good before you go out into the cold again. It's beautiful stuff. It
wouldn't hurt a child." He took a key off his watch-chain, unlocked a cupboard
below his desk, and drew forth a dark, squat bottle. " That's the medicine,"
said he. " And the man from whom I got it told me on the strict Q.T. it came
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sight. He couldn't have looked more surprised if the boss had produced a rabbit.
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# 话题期数222 " That was it," he said, heaving himself out of his chair. " I thought
you'd like to know. The girls were in Belgium last week having a look at poor
Reggie's grave, and they happened to come across your boy's. They're quite near
each other, it seems." Old Woodifield paused, but the boss made no reply. Only a
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way the place is kept," piped the old voice. " Beautifully looked after.
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it," quavered old Woodifield, " and it's all as neat as a garden. Flowers
growing on all the graves. Nice broad paths." It was plain from his voice how
much he liked a nice broad path. The pause came again. Then the old man
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of jam ? " he piped. " Ten - francs! Robbery, I call it. It was a little pot, so
Gertrude says, no bigger than a half-crown. And she hadn't taken more than a
spoonful when they charged her ten francs. Gertrude brought the pot away with
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" There's miles of it," quavered old Woodifield, " and it's all as neat as a
garden. Flowers growing on all the graves. Nice broad paths." It was plain from
his voice how much he liked a nice broad path. The pause came again. Then the
old man brightened wonderfully. " D'you know what the hotel made the girls pay
for a pot of jam ? " he piped. " Ten - francs! Robbery, I call it. It was a
little pot, so Gertrude says, no bigger than a half-crown. And she hadn't taken
more than a spoonful when they charged her ten francs. Gertrude brought the pot
away with her to teach 'em a lesson. Quite right, too ; it's trading on our
feelings. They think because we're over there having a look round we're ready to
pay anything. That's what it is." And he turned towards the door. " Quite right,
quite right! " cried the boss, though what was quite right he hadn't the least
idea. He came round by his desk, followed the shuffling footsteps to the door,
and saw the old fellow out. Woodifield was gone. For a long moment the boss
stayed, staring at nothing, while the grey-haired office messenger, watching
him, dodged in and out of his cubby hole like a dog that expects to be taken for
a run. Then : " I'll see nobody for half an hour, Macey," said the boss. "
Understand ? Nobody at all." " Very good, sir."

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inkpot, and was trying feebly but desperately to clamber out again. Help ! help
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began, like a minute cat, to clean its face. Now one could imagine that the
little front legs rubbed against each other lightly, joyfully. The horrible
danger was over ; it had escaped ; it was ready for life again. But just then
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wrist on the blotting paper, and as the fly tried its wings down came a great
heavy blot. What would it make of that ? What indeed ! The little beggar seemed
absolutely cowed, stunned, and afraid to move because of what would happen next.
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caught hold, and, more slowly this time, the task began from the beginning.

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# 56 " That was it," he said, heaving himself out of his chair. " I thought
you'd like to know. The girls were in Belgium last week having a look at poor
Reggie's grave, and they happened to come across your boy's. They're quite near
each other, it seems." Old Woodifield paused, but the boss made no reply. Only a
quiver in his eyelids showed that he heard. " The girls were delighted with the
way the place is kept," piped the old voice. " Beautifully looked after.
Couldn't be better if they were at home. You've not been across, have yer ? " "
No, no ! " For various reasons the boss had not been across. " There's miles of
it," quavered old Woodifield, " and it's all as neat as a garden. Flowers
growing on all the graves. Nice broad paths." It was plain from his voice how
much he liked a nice broad path. The pause came again. Then the old man
brightened wonderfully. " D'you know what the hotel made the girls pay for a pot
of jam ? " he piped. " Ten - francs! Robbery, I call it. It was a little pot, so
Gertrude says, no bigger than a half-crown. And she hadn't taken more than a
spoonful when they charged her ten francs. Gertrude brought the pot away with
her to teach 'em a lesson. Quite right, too ; it's trading on our feelings. They
think because we're over there having a look round we're ready to pay anything.
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" Yes, it's comfortable enough," agreed the boss, and he flipped the Financial
Times with a paper-knife. As a matter of fact he was proud of his room ; he
liked to have it admired, especially by old Woodifield. It gave him a feeling of
deep, solid satisfaction to be planted there in the midst of it in full view of
that frail old figure in the muffler. " I've had it done up lately," he
explained, as he had explained for the past—how many ?— weeks. " New carpet,"
and he pointed to the bright red carpet with a pattern of large white rings. "
New furniture," and he nodded towards the massive bookcase and the table with
legs like twisted treacle. " Electric heating ! " He waved almost exultantly
towards the five transparent, pearly sausages glowing so softly in the tilted
copper pan. But he did not draw old Woodifield's attention to the photograph
over the table of a grave-looking boy in uniform standing in one of those
spectral photographers' parks with photographers' storm-clouds behind him. It
was not new. It had been there for over six years. " There was something I
wanted to tell you," said old Woodifield, and his eyes grew dim remembering. "
Now what was it ? I had it in my mind when I started out this morning." His
hands began to tremble, and patches of red showed above his beard. Poor old
chap, he's on his last pins, thought the boss. And, feeling kindly, he winked at
the old man, and said jokingly, " I tell you what. I've got a little drop of
something here that'll do you good before you go out into the cold again. It's
beautiful stuff. It wouldn't hurt a child." He took a key off his watch-chain,
unlocked a cupboard below his desk, and drew forth a dark, squat bottle. "
That's the medicine," said he. " And the man from whom I got it told me on the
strict Q.T. it came from the cellars at Windsor Cassel." Old Woodifield's mouth
fell open at the sight. He couldn't have looked more surprised if the boss had
produced a rabbit. " It's whisky, ain't it ? " he piped, feebly. The boss turned
the bottle and lovingly showed him the label. Whisky it was. " D'you know," said
he, peering up at the boss wonderingly, " they won't let me touch it at home."
And he looked as though he was going to cry. " Ah, that's where we know a bit
more than the ladies," cried the boss, swooping across for two tumblers that
stood on the table with the water-bottle, and pouring a generous finger into
each. " Drink it down. It'll do you good. And don't put any water with it. It's
sacrilege to tamper with stuff like this. Ah ! " He tossed off his, pulled out
his handkerchief, hastily wiped his moustaches, and cocked an eye at old
Woodifield, who was rolling his in his chaps. The old man swallowed, was silent
a moment, and then said faintly, " It's nutty ! " But it warmed him ; it crept
into his chill old brain—he remembered. " That was it," he said, heaving himself
out of his chair. " I thought you'd like to know. The girls were in Belgium last
week having a look at poor Reggie's grave, and they happened to come across your
boy's. They're quite near each other, it seems." Old Woodifield paused, but the
boss made no reply. Only a quiver in his eyelids showed that he heard. " The
girls were delighted with the way the place is kept," piped the old voice. "
Beautifully looked after. Couldn't be better if they were at home. You've not
been across, have yer ? " " No, no ! " For various reasons the boss had not been
across. " There's miles of it," quavered old Woodifield, " and it's all as neat
as a garden. Flowers growing on all the graves. Nice broad paths." It was plain
from his voice how much he liked a nice broad path. The pause came again. Then
the old man brightened wonderfully. " D'you know what the hotel made the girls
pay for a pot of jam ? " he piped. " Ten - francs! Robbery, I call it. It was a
little pot, so Gertrude says, no bigger than a half-crown. And she hadn't taken
more than a spoonful when they charged her ten francs. Gertrude brought the pot
away with her to teach 'em a lesson. Quite right, too ; it's trading on our
feelings. They think because we're over there having a look round we're ready to
pay anything. That's what it is." And he turned towards the door. " Quite right,
quite right! " cried the boss, though what was quite right he hadn't the least
idea. He came round by his desk, followed the shuffling footsteps to the door,
and saw the old fellow out. Woodifield was gone. For a long moment the boss
stayed, staring at nothing, while the grey-haired office messenger, watching
him, dodged in and out of his cubby hole like a dog that expects to be taken for
a run. Then : " I'll see nobody for half an hour, Macey," said the boss. "
Understand ? Nobody at all." " Very good, sir." The door shut, the firm heavy
steps recrossed the bright carpet, the fat body plumped down in the spring
chair, and leaning forward, the boss covered his face with his hands. He wanted,
he intended, he had arranged to weep... It had been a terrible shock to him when
old Woodifield sprang that remark upon him about the boy's grave. It was exactly
as though the earth had opened and he had seen the boy lying there with
Woodifield's girls staring down at him. For it was strange. Although over six
years had passed away, the boss never thought of the boy except as lying
unchanged, unblemished in his uniform, asleep for ever. " My son ! " groaned the
boss. But no tears came yet. In the past, in the first months and even years
after the boy's death, he had only to say those words to be overcome by such
grief that nothing short of a violent fit of weeping could relieve him. Time, he
had declared then, he had told everybody, could make no difference. Other men
perhaps might recover, might live their loss down, but not he. How was it
possible ? His boy was an only son. Ever since his birth the boss had worked at
building up this business for him ; it had no other meaning if it was not for
the boy. Life itself had come to have no other meaning. How on earth could he
have slaved, denied himself, kept going all those years without the promise for
ever before him of the boy's stepping into his shoes and carrying on where he
left off ? And that promise had been so near being fulfilled. The boy had been
in the office learning the ropes for a year before the war. Every morning they
had started off together ; they had come back by the same train. And what
congratulations he had received as the boy's father ! No wonder ; he had taken
to it marvellously. As to his popularity with the staff, every man jack of them
down to old Macey couldn't make enough of the boy. And he wasn't in the least
spoilt. No, he was just his bright, natural self, with the right word for
everybody, with that boyish look and his habit of saying, " Simply splendid ! "
But all that was over and done with as though it never had been. The day had
come when Macey had handed him the telegram that brought the whole place
crashing about his head. " Deeply regret to inform you ..." And he had left the
office a broken man, with his life in ruins. Six years ago, six years ... How
quickly time passed ! It might have happened yesterday. The boss took his hands
from his face ; he was puzzled. Something seemed to be wrong with him. He wasn't
feeling as he wanted to feel. He decided to get up and have a look at the boy's
photograph. But it wasn't a favourite photograph of his; the expression was
unnatural. It was cold, even stern-looking. The boy had never looked like that.
At that moment the boss noticed that a fly had fallen into his broad inkpot, and
was trying feebly but desperately to clamber out again. Help ! help ! said those
struggling legs. But the sides of the inkpot were wet and slippery ; it fell
back again and began to swim. The boss took up a pen, picked the fly out of the
ink, and shook it on to a piece of blotting-paper. For a fraction of a second it
lay still on the dark patch that oozed round it. Then the front legs waved, took
hold, and, pulling its small, sodden body up it began the immense task of
cleaning the ink from its wings. Over and under, over and under, went a leg
along a wing, as the stone goes over and under the scythe. Then there was a
pause, while the fly, seeming to stand on the tips of its toes, tried to expand
first one wing and then the other. It succeeded at last, and, sitting down, it
began, like a minute cat, to clean its face. Now one could imagine that the
little front legs rubbed against each other lightly, joyfully. The horrible
danger was over ; it had escaped ; it was ready for life again. But just then
the boss had an idea. He plunged his pen back into the ink, leaned his thick
wrist on the blotting paper, and as the fly tried its wings down came a great
heavy blot. What would it make of that ? What indeed ! The little beggar seemed
absolutely cowed, stunned, and afraid to move because of what would happen next.
But then, as if painfully, it dragged itself forward. The front legs waved,
caught hold, and, more slowly this time, the task began from the beginning. He's
a plucky little devil, thought the boss, and he felt a real admiration for the
fly's courage. That was the way to tackle things ; that was the right spirit.
Never say die ; it was only a question of ... But the fly had again finished its
laborious task, and the boss had just time to refill his pen, to shake fair and
square on the new-cleaned body yet another dark drop. What about it this time ?
A painful moment of suspense followed. But behold, the front legs were again
waving ; the boss felt a rush of relief. He leaned over the fly and said to it
tenderly, " You artful little b . . ." And he actually had the brilliant notion
of breathing on it to help the drying process. All the same, there was something
timid and weak about its efforts now, and the boss decided that this time should
be the last, as he dipped the pen deep into the inkpot. It was. The last blot
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him about the boy's grave. It was exactly as though the earth had opened and he
had seen the boy lying there with Woodifield's girls staring down at him. For it
was strange. Although over six years had passed away, the boss never thought of
the boy except as lying unchanged, unblemished in his uniform, asleep for ever.
" My son ! " groaned the boss. But no tears came yet. In the past, in the first
months and even years after the boy's death, he had only to say those words to
be overcome by such grief that nothing short of a violent fit of weeping could
relieve him. Time, he had declared then, he had told everybody, could make no
difference. Other men perhaps might recover, might live their loss down, but not
he. How was it possible ? His boy was an only son. Ever since his birth the boss
had worked at building up this business for him ; it had no other meaning if it
was not for the boy. Life itself had come to have no other meaning. How on earth
could he have slaved, denied himself, kept going all those years without the
promise for ever before him of the boy's stepping into his shoes and carrying on
where he left off ? And that promise had been so near being fulfilled. The boy
had been in the office learning the ropes for a year before the war. Every
morning they had started off together ; they had come back by the same train.
And what congratulations he had received as the boy's father ! No wonder ; he
had taken to it marvellously. As to his popularity with the staff, every man
jack of them down to old Macey couldn't make enough of the boy. And he wasn't in
the least spoilt. No, he was just his bright, natural self, with the right word
for everybody, with that boyish look and his habit of saying, " Simply splendid
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