| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 149 |
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still very dark. He stood staring for a few minutes vainly trying to see what time it was when suddenly the light of a bull's-eye lantern was flashed into his eyes. `You're about very early,' said a voice, the owner of which Easton could not see. The light blinded him. `What time is it?' said Easton. `I've got to get to work at seven and our clock stopped during the night.' `Where are you working?' `At "The Cave" in Elmore Road. You know, near the old toll gate.' `What are you doing there and who are you working for?' the policeman demanded. Easton explained. `Well,' said the constable, `it's very strange that you should be wandering about at this hour. It's only about three-quarters of an hour's walk from |
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