Death of a Bore
“– Oscar Wilde Hamish diligently questioned members of the cast, technicians, make-up girls, and actors for the rest of the day without managing to make a crack in their statements of goodwill to all.
Perhaps away from the location, he might have better luck. Surely there was some typist or gofer or some sort of menial who might be able to give him a different picture.
He joined up with Jimmy and outlined his plan. ‘I’ll run it past Blair first,’ Jimmy said.
‘Must you?’ ‘I’ll put it up as my idea and you can come along. If I say it’s your idea, you know what he’s like: he’ll tell you to go back to your local duties.’ Jimmy walked away and phoned. He came back with a grin on his face.
‘Good. I’ve got his lordship’s permission.’ They drove in their separate vehicles to Strathbane after Hamish had left Lugs at the police station. I wish the light days would come back, thought Hamish.
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