No.113: “It must have come as a bit of a shock for your visitor to find you ensconced in his home.”
Mrs. Butterworth: “Yes I suppose it must. But then he did let the lease lapse.
Well yes, and his car?”
“The estate agent said the car was for sale, and I've always had a taste for a little speed.”
“Estate agents - car salesmen! In your opinion the car came with the house?”
“I suppose you could put it like that.”
“You are a widow?”
“Yes, dear Arthur.”
“Your husband, was a Naval man?”
“Yes. What does your friend think he doing?”
“Oh don't worry about him, he's a professional photographer.”
“Why the tape measure?”
“Oh, he's just measuring you up to take your photograph.”
No.113b “Smile” {click goes the camera}
“If you don't mind my saying so Mrs. Butterworth, but you seem a little annoyed.”
“Well he hasn't brought my car back!”
“I'm sorry?”
“This stranger to whom I lent my car, who promised to come back, has not brought my car back!”
“That was a stupid thing to do wasn't it, lending your car to a complete stranger?
His story was very convincing. He told me he was an exile!”
“And you fell for that old sob story!”
“Look, I don't know who you are, but I think its time you both went!”
{It was at this point that Mrs. Butterworth's maid - Martha, saw us to the door and off the premises}
Reporter No.113
Photographer No.113b
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