Throw Him Away and Get a New One

“I’ll get on to it right away, Mr Highsmith.”


Charles Warren saw himself as a lovable rogue. His slicked-back hair and pencil moustache were inspired by Errol Flynn, a man he believed to have been cast from the same mould as himself.

Feet on desk, he finished reading the papers and placed the pages back in their envelope. “Someone’s really done a job on you, my friend,” he told Angus who was sitting opposite him. “I’ve never seen such a draconian exclusion order in all my life. What on earth have you done to your poor wife?”

“Nothing,” said Angus.

“You’ve not hit her?”

“Certainly not.”

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