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‘Why don’t you get out and walk? I would if I was your age. Quicker than sitting with this scum.’
‘I’ll be all right,’ said Cork, the albino cypher clerk, and looked anxiously at the older man in the driving seat beside him. ‘We’ll just have to hurry slowly,’ he added in his most conciliatory tone. Cork was a cockney, bright as paint, and it worried him to see Meadowes all het up. ‘We’ll just have to let it happen to us, won’t we, Arthur?’