The Wrong Box Page #2

What is your particular interest?

My consuming interest is the human body.

Oh...

Oh, I am studying to be a surgeon at St Mary's.

Oh, I see. So, that's where you go

every morning. I see you often...

er... through the window.

Oh, what an extraordinary coincidence!

I look at you through the window.

And I've often had a burning desire... to nod.

But my grandfather

does not approve of such things.

Nor does my Uncle Joseph.

Yes.

Well...

There it is, then.

Is he at home, your Uncle Joseph?

Oh, no. He is in Bournemouth, taking the sun,

with Cousin Morris and Cousin John.

Oh.

Might I enquire why you are enquiring?

- Well, my grandfather is dying.

- Oh...

Oh, it's nothing serious.

He's been dying for years.

But now he seems

to have taken a turn for the worse,

and he wants desperately to see his brother,

before it is too late.

Well, you...

you could send Uncle Joseph a telegraph.

They say

the telegraphic service has much to commend it.

Yes. I've heard them say that.

What an excellent idea!

I've never sent one.

One should always broaden one's horizons.

Oh, yes...

Yes.

Well...

That's what I'll do, then.

Oh, thank you for pointing out to me

how obscene eggs are.

It was a most... Excuse me.

It was a most illuminating observation.

Oh...

It was superb of you to call.

Oh, not at all.

I hope I shall see a great deal more of you.

Well... off to St Mary's.

Oh, yes, I'm... I'm...

I'm sure they have need of you there.

Along with everything else, Uncle Joseph says

there are 124 tropical diseases

that can be contracted here in England.

Mainly from fresh fruit, returning travellers and...

...hand towels in public places.

- 124?

- Yes.

Really?

I must make a note of that. Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Oh! Oh!

Listen to me, all you eggs. I met him!

I've finally met him!

Oh...

- Yes?

- It's Michael Finsbury again.

Oh... we mustn't make a habit of this.

People will begin to talk.

Oh, I fully agree.

It's just that...

I don't know where to send the telegraph.

Oh. Mrs Goodge's Boarding House...

Mrs Goodge's Boarding House...

...Flodden Road...

... Flodden Road...

...Bournemouth...

... Bournemouth...

- ... Hants.

... Hants.

Funny.

John! What are you doing? You're supposed

to be looking after Uncle Joseph.

Ah! Uncle Joseph. I knew there was somebody

I was supposed to be looking after.

Erm... I merely threw my body

across this young lady,

to protect her from the falling... thing.

You realise you made me drop my grebe?

Oh, I'm awfully sorry, Morris.

Come outside.

Oh, Mr John,

do you think he'll get me my notice?

Oh, don't worry. I'll take care of Mrs Goodge.

Tonight, then, at eight, behind the bandstand.

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