THE ADVENTURES OF ANTROBUS: No. 6 SWEET AND SOUR REVENGE

“IT'S no use!” declared Cranmer vehemently, crashing into our office like a wounded rhino and banging about in a most irresponsible manner… “That man Lumsden will have to go!” I recognized the mood as being one of utter frustration; the kind of needle a man gets when his best prospect is filched from under his nose at the precise moment of anticipated triumph. I know the feeling well. Cranmer flung down his document case and slumped into a chair. “He'll have to go, Antrobus!” he repeated firmly, with a seriousness suggesting it was a decision which lay within his gift that he had just resolved after great and protrated heart searching.