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back in a year plus another fifty pounds to any charity you care to name. How’s that?”
“I’m afraid there is no point in our discussing the matter. Will you please go?”
“Certainly I’ll go. If that’s how you take it, I’m sorry I ever came. It’s typical of the world,” he said, rising huffily. “Everyone’s all over you till you get into a spot of trouble. It’s ‘good old Arthur’ while you’re in funds. Then, when you need a pal it’s ‘you overrate my good nature, Mr. Atwater.’”
I followed him across the room, but before we reached the door his mood had changed. “You don’t understand,” he said. “They may send me to prison for this. That’s what happens in this country to a man earning his living. If I’d been driving my own Rolls-Royce they’d all be touching their caps. ‘Very regrettable accident,’ they’d be saying. ‘Hope your nerves have not been shocked, Mr. Atwater’—but to a poor man driving a two seater ... Mr. Plant, your father wouldn’t have wanted me sent to prison.”
“He often expressed his belief that all motorists of all classes should be treated as criminals.”
Atwater received this with disconcerting enthusiasm. “And he was quite right,” he cried