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Sailing out one bright and lovely morning to take my constitutional, I find MacGregor waiting for me at the doorstep.
‘Hi there! ' he says, switching on his electric grin. ‘So it's you, in the flesh? Trapped you at last, eh? ' He puts out his hand. ‘Hen, why do I have to lay in wait for you like this? Can't you spare five minutes occasionally for an old friend? What are you running away from? How are you anyway? How's the book coming along? Mind if I walk a way with you?'