Otley Page #2

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That's no mean feat when

you realise it's canned in Hull.

- I've captured it already.

- Seconds?

Listen, look, if I do want anything more,

I'll let you know, steward.

Madam, I am not the steward,

I am Gerald Arthur Otley.

To you, Gerry.

Nice house, don't you think?

Yes, very.

Yes, he's a

very tasteful fellow, Rollo.

Have you seen his

William Morris lavatory?

Never by moonlight.

Eric, darling!

I'm so glad you could make it.

Let me take your coat.

Excuse me. The very man.

He's either dead or terribly well,

I can't remember.

Eric, mon vieux!

Let me get you a drink.

Red, white or ros?

It was a good buy, this,

you know, Eric.

Did you a good turn here.

Well, after tonight we're even.

You're a miserable old sod, Eric.

At least you've got

a place of your own.

Mind you, it's all a bit

frayed at the edges.

Like you, with your antique cuff-links

and your drip-dry cuffs.

You are an outstanding success,

are you, Otley?

Eric, you may not be aware

that I was last year's winner

of the Duke of Edinburgh Award

for lethargy.

You see, the thing is, about us

lower middle class

grammar school drop-outs,

we've got nothing to lose.

But you, well,

it must be very difficult,

with your old school tie,

and your family being

something in Rhodesia.

And there are all your

contemporaries cracking it,

all members of Lloyd's

or managing pop groups.

Huh?

I'm going to make some coffee.

Do you want some?

Oh, yes, please.

And, in the morning,

eggs and orange juice

and the News of the World.

I want you out of here

in the morning, Otley.

My Sundays are precious.

Never mind about the coffee.

How did...?

May I have your attention, please.

The charter representative

for flight number DA0231 to Athens

is requested to attend

Dan-Air reception desk number 26.

The charter representative

for flight number DA0231 to Athens

is requested to attend

Dan-Air reception desk number 26.

Could I have a Sunday Express

and the News of the World, please?

- Sorry, sir, no Sundays left at all.

- What?

None left.

But it's only twenty past nine.

Yes, I know, dear,

but it is Monday.

Is Mummy in?

The police have been round here

looking for you.

More toast, Gerry?

And leave your nose alone, Miles.

What sort of things

did the police say?

Well, you know, when we last saw you,

where you lived, that sort of thing.

They want to speak to you,

that's what they said.

They want to speak to you.

Gerald Arthur Otley.

Yes, do you mind?

You might be able to help them

in connection with their enquiries.

Miles, please, be quiet.

Why isn't he at school, anyway?

- 'Cause I've got the chicken pox.

- Miles, upstairsl

You are going to the police?

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