Gold [antikvár]

MONDAY Tall Mr Hughes, short Mr Hughes and Mr Puw were standing at the bar of The Anchor. 'You know what we would be doing right now if we were alligators?' asked tall Mr Hughes, who had hardly spoken about anything but aUigators for three consecutive evenings. It had been alligators this, and alligators that. 'No,' mumbled Mr Puw, looking, but at the same time not looking, at a row of horse brasses on the far side of the room. Short Mr Hughes was staring in the direction of the pewter mugs that were hanging from one of the beams behind the bar. He didn't say anything, but he turned down the corners of his mouth and shook his head. Tall Mr Hughes drew himself up to his full height, even allowing his heels to rise a Utde off the ground. Despite