And what was his other name? Curious how I had never ascertained that. I must ask him, or, better still, get him to witness something and sign his full name. My will, say.
Talking of wills, perhaps I ought to leave Lidbetter something after such faithful service.
Good old Lidbetter!
Thus musing I walked home.
The next morning I went to the shop and asked for the parcel.
"You surely won't carry it yourself?" the shopkeeper said. "I would have sent it only I understood that your man would call."
"I haven't got a man," I said. "I've never had one."
"Pardon," he replied, and gave me the parcel.
