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IT WAS a typical mid‐December afternoon for that part of the world; that part of the world being the countryside north of Manlidale. The overcast sky pressed low over the foothills, it was the colour of a dirty dishcloth and gave every promise of fouler weather to follow. But the weather could not damp Albert's spirits; he was feeling very pleased with himself. (older readers will wearily recognise that this was no new thing for our hero; he usually was. But let's be fair, he generally had as much reason for it as most of us. He was a good lad on the whole; served the Oilier Oil Co. devotedly and, despite the occasional boob, was well thought of by his numerous customers. He was a devoted husband and seldom deserted Bessie for the many delectable boozers with which Manlidale abounded).