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The manager was fizzling with rage. 'No friend of MacLachlan's will spend a night under my 1.°0f.' 'Look,' said I as mildly as any saint could Say it while being heaved into such a false Position; 'I don't know what's the trouble be- tween you and whatever's his name, and I don't care.i met him tonight in a hotel down the road. We talked. He bought me a drink. I asked him here.. , ."You abused me,' said the manager. 'I've g°cld mind to bring a charge against you. You
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me.' 'I did what?' 'You abused me and insulted me. You told me—you—you ordered me to bring the gentleman a drink! This made me laugh. 'I'll send a page up to your room,' he said, angrier still, 'for Your kitbag or haversack or whatever you call it, Lan, d You can go.' At this point I felt like beating Huu over the head, but there were the policemen ,gr.inoing and I had no wish to spend the weekend 'Yung in the gaol of Bunachra. So I just said:
'But you can't do this. You're not within your rights.' I'm afraid he is,' said the sergeant judi- ciously, 'Yes, but I believe there's plenty of accommodation at the Lady of the Lake Hotel along the road. Oh yes, there will be plenty there.'
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