Tony Walker

She was quite peculiar about it.

She gripped hold of my arm and said, "'What do you think this is that's coming?'

I said, "'I'm sure I don't know, being a stranger in these parts, but it sounds like a lorry full of milk cans.'

I offered to lay a sixpence about it.

This was before the betting tax came in.

She'd have had to pay too because it was a lorry full of milk cans.

The driver had to pull up because there wasn't room to get by.

He got down and asked if there was anything he could do to help.

We explained the situation.

He said he was going to Norwich and was quite ready to give her a tow if she wanted it.

However, she wouldn't do that.

and it was finally decided to shove the car into my garage for the night to be sent for the next day, and the lorry was to take her along to Norwich.

Well, I managed to find the key of the garage and the lorry driver, Williams his name was, and I ran the car in and locked the door.

This having been done, ablative, absolute, I suggested that it was a very cold night,

williams agreed and said he didn't mind if he did so i took them both indoors and mixed them a stiff whisky and water each there wasn't any soda and naturally the whole thing had left me very cold too i hadn't an overcoat on

Up to now I hadn't seriously considered the young woman.

For one thing it had been dark and there had been a seized engine to look at.

I'm afraid that's not a very gallant remark.

What I mean is that to anyone of the mechanical mind a motor-car in that condition is much more interesting than a... Well, it is very interesting.

But why labour the point?