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THE TELEPHONE rang and after the usual signs that the call was coming from a box somewhere I said, ‘Whitehaven 3504.’ The time was 9 p.m. and I had been half expecting a family call; but this, obviously, was not it. The voice that came over the line was quite markedly North American.

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