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a stained trilby
hat was perched on the back of his head. He motioned for
me to sit in front of him.
"Got yer Registration money?" he asked. I reached in
my pocket and produced the sum stated on the form. The
man took it from me, counted it twice, and put it in his
pocket. "Where you bin waitin' ?" he asked.
"In the outer office," I replied innocently. To my con-
sternation he broke out into great guffaws of laughter.
"Ho ! Hor! Hor!" he roared. "I said, 'Where you bin
waitin'?' and 'e sezs 'in th' outer office'!" Wiping his
streaming eyes, he controlled himself with a visible effort,
and said, "Look, Cock, you ain't 'alf a comic, but I ain't
got no time to waste. 'Ave you bin a waiter or aincha?"
"No," I replied. "I want employment in any of these

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lines"-giving him a whole list of things I could do-"now,
can you help or can you not?"
He frowned as he looked at the list. "Well, I dunno," he
said doubtfully, "you speak like a dook . . . look, we'll see
what we can do. Come in a week today." With that, he re-
lit his now extinguished cigar, parked his feet on the desk
as he picked up a racing paper and started to read. I made
my disillusioned way out, past the painted woman who
greeted my departure with a