Throw Him Away and Get a New One

“I was not raising my voice.”

“Just go, Angus! Before you make me lose my rag.”

Angus went. Perhaps when he came home, Hilary would be in a more reasonable mood and they could talk things through like adults.

Perhaps.

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As was his habit when domestic matters troubled him, Angus threw himself into his work. He sat in his office going through reports he’d never meant to read and chasing orders that needed no chasing. It was just after midday when Mrs Gladstone, his secretary, rang through to say there were two gentlemen to see him.

“Who are they?” He glanced at his appointment book and saw only blank spaces.





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