not the one sitting at the desk with the mask on . . .â
âItâs a third bloke, in fact.â
âIt is. You got it, right, a third bloke. Anyway, this bloke â the one whoâs come in â he asks the other bloke â not the one with the mask on his desk, that is, the third one â he asks him: âOoâs that bloke over there?â This is the one with the mask heâs asking about now, right?â
âRight.â
âSo the other bloke â this is the third one now . . .â
âIâm with you.â
âHe says: âThat blokeâs our Mortgage Department. Heâs the Loan Arranger!ââ
Fossilface OâDonahue rumbled with laughter at his punch-line, and Mrs Pargeter too managed to summon up a little chuckle. âVery good, very good.â
âYeah, well, the trick with jokes,â he confided, âdoesnât lie in the joke itself . . .â
âDoesnât it?â
âNo, itâs not the jokes â itâs the way you tell them.â
âAh.â
âI been practising that, and all.â
âOh, it shows, it shows.â
âYes. You know, Iâm really working on this sense of humour business.â
âSo I can see.â
âAnd Iâm going to use it in the way I make restitooshun to the people what I done wrong to.â
âOh really?â said Mrs Pargeter, unable to disguise the edge of anxiety in her voice. She didnât relish the loose cannon of Fossilface OâDonahueâs sense of humour coming anywhere near her.
âYou bet. For instance, do you know what I done wrong to your husband?â
âNo.â Mrs Pargeter wasnât sure that she actually wanted to know.
âI cheated him out of five hundred nicker.â
âOh dear. Well, Iâm sure he would have forgiven you forââ
âOh no, heâs going to get restitooshun for it all right â or, actually,
youâre
going to get restitooshun for it.â
âThank you,â Mrs Pargeter murmured weakly.
âIn fact, you already got it.â
âHave I?â
âYes. You are the proud recipient of the first bit of restitooshun what I done since I come out . . .â
âLucky me.â
â. . . and youâre the first one to experience the full effect of my sense of humour.â
âReally?â
âSo what do you think of it, eh?â
Mrs Pargeter was perplexed. âIâm sorry. Iâm not quite with you. Youâll have to explain.â
Gleefully, Fossilface OâDonahue did as he was requested. âI done your old man out of five hundred . . . Whatâs the slang for five hundred?â
It all became horribly clear. âA âmonkeyâ?â she suggested with resignation.
âExactly,â a triumphant Fossilface confirmed.
Mrs Pargeter looked down at Erasmus, sleeping in his circle of debris on the carpet. âOh yes,â she said. âVery amusing.â
Chapter Eleven
âThe thought of Fossilface OâDonahue having developed a sense of humour,â said Truffler Mason heavily, âis almost too awful to contemplate.â
âRight. Iâm afraid he hasnât really caught on to the idea properly yet. I mean, I think that maybe he understands the general principle of humour, but he sure as hell doesnât understand what makes something funny.â
âNo, he always did have a rather ponderous approach to . . . well, to everything, really.â
Truffler took a contemplative sip of his champagne. They were in the bar of Greeneâs Hotel, later the same evening. Having started drinking champagne, Mrs Pargeter saw no reason to stop. Fossilface OâDonahue had gone, and a touching reunion been effected between Hedgeclipper Clinton and Erasmus. The hotel manager was determined to protect the marmoset more rigorously in future.
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