Midnight at the all night petrol station. The poorly expressed walks with a fat man attatched. The last dregs of a Sunday night out, drift aimlessly about this ghost town. "Harry!" someone shouts, "It's me, Ted over here mate!" a tall man dressed in jeans and a sweat shirt, waves furiously to the fat man with the bed limp. "Good God Ted, what brings
you to these parts ?" enquires the fat man. "Oh just some routine tax evasion job, local entrepreneur you know ... anyway good to see you , fancy a pint ?11
"Oh, sure, I'd love a drink, but it's gone
"Time ?11 shrugs Ted "That's just an illusion, created by teatotalers!" Half an hour later they arruve at The Oasis private members club; and after rapping impatiently on a large Oak door, a dark face appears.
"Oh, goodevening Mr. Le Choix - the usual table sir ?11
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"Another biscuit Sgt. ?11 offered Gladys.
"Oh, just the one then Mrs. B. - 1 shouldn't you know." muttered the Sgt. humbly. "Maudie dear, do look who's come to visit, it's that nice Sgt. Fopp from the local constabulary. Give her a quick kiss Sgt., 1 think she's feeling a bit peeky you know." mused Gladys.
"Are you sure she's O.K. Mrs.B., 1 mean she does look a bit green around the gills, and what's that dreadful smell..?" prattled Sgt. Fopp as
he leant over to peck the old dear on the cheek. "Good god Gladys, she's like marble,cold as, as... oh god she's DEAD!" he blurted.
"Nonesense ... nothing a nice cuppa, and a few chokkie bikkies can't mend." Gladys droned. "Can 1 use your phone Mrs.B., I'd better call an ambulance." interjected the policeman.
"It's nothing but a bit of collic you know, a nice cuppa will put some colour in her cheeks." continued Gladys.
"Yes 78 Delphine grove, Fothersgill, be quick! Now Mrs.B. the ambulance will be here shortly, I'm sure it's just a bit of collic as you say
but we don't want to take chances do we now!" reasured Fopp nervously.
" Ooh, just like the war,l was a land girl you know,"continued Gladys. "Yes, yes Mrs.B. of course." mumbled Sgt. Fopp with a distracted little grimace. "Ooh they used to be dropping like flies you know, like flies." "Hmm. yes ... oh, is that the doorbell?""Fopp replied as he got up off
his seat. "Bah, probably mice..." grunted Gladys.