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During breakfast there was nothing unusual. Mr Marble ate little, but that was his way, and he said less, but no one ever said anything at breakfast at 53 Malcolm Road. John was deep in homework he had to prepare for school, and Winnie sewed a button on her glove in the interval of eating porridge. But after breakfast, while Mrs Marble was in the passage with her husband helping him on with his coat, he pulled from his pocket, loose, as though he had laid them there ready, a small roll of Treasury notes.

‘Here,’ he said, ‘take these, and for God’s sake go and pay Evans off this morning. And we aren’t going to deal with him any more. Get what you want from Richards’ in the future. There’s enough there for Evans’ bill and a bit over.’

Annie took the notes thankfully.

‘Oh, I am so glad, dear,’ she said. ‘So Jim did do something for you after all?’

‘Eh?’ said Mr Marble suddenly, and she shrank back as she caught sight of the expression on his face. ‘What do you mean?’ he said.

‘Nothing, dear, except that. Why—what——?’