looking as down-in-the-mouth as we knew how, for fear he should smell a rat, and I could see him peering over the windowsill at us when we left, fairly quaking with glee. He thought heâd done us good and proper this time. He wouldnât have been so pleased with himself if heâd known that the little van that fetched the instruments away on the Monday didnât take âem any farther than our house.
Tom Lowther was grinning all over. âIâve brought you five quid back, and all,â he says, âit worked like a charm. And Iâll give you the cost of my petrol, I was going up to our Winâs, anyhow, so Iâve hardly come out of my way. My word, I wouldnât like to be within a hundred yards of the Black Horse when Langley gets to hear about this deal! Heâll have another stroke, I shouldnât wonder.â
âCome out and have a drink,â I says, beaming at all that nice brass lying about our parlour again. âWe certainly owe you one.â
âNot tonight,â he says, âIâm driving. After weâve blown you lot clean out of the park at Hillingdon Royal, you can buy me a double. Nice stuff!â he says, looking where I was looking. âWhat a pity you canât play âem!â
We let him have that â heâd saved our bacon for us. We put our heads together after that, and did some hard thinking, but we couldnât think of anything else Langley could do to us now. We didnât trust him as far as we could throw him, though, so we used to drift in for a drink by twos and threes, just to find out it there was any funny business going on, but all we found out was that heâd nearly thrown a fit when he got the news, and had been foaming at the mouth for three days, and nobody dared to go near him except his missus, and after all she hadnât got much choice. So after a bit we relaxed, and concentrated on practising for the contest; and what with the stimulation we got out of having won the first two rounds, we were playing well.
We hadnât exactly hired Burkeâs bus for the trip to Hillingdon Royal on the day of the contest, it was just that we had an understanding with him. Some of us worked Saturday mornings, so we couldnât start off until half past one. Buses were always busy Saturdays, winter with football matches and summer with trips to the seaside or into Wales, so Iâd just stuck my head into Burkeâs garage, three weeks ago, and said: âOkay for the championship, Bill?â and heâd said: âOkay, Les!â from under an old Alvis, and that was all the booking we ever did, but I knew it would be all right.
Only this time it wasnât all right, because on the Saturday morning I came off shift early, and there was Bill Burke dancing about on our doorstep like a flurried hen, and he grabs me by the arm and says: âLes, something awfulâs happened! Iâve let you down!â
âWhatâs up?â I asked him. âWhatâs come to the bus?â It had to be the bus, how else could Burke have let us down? And at this hour there wouldnât be another within fifty miles radius that wasnât booked up. Saturdays are like that in Worbridge and district; when youâve got a fine day and time off, you light out as far as possible out of it.
âHeâs bought it!â says Burke in a wild groan. âI couldnât help it, Les! He owns the ground my garage is on, and the lease has only got a couple of years to run, and he as good as told me I could say goodbye to the place if I didnât do what he wanted. Tried to get me to put the old engine out of commission and pretend I couldnât get it right again, but when I wouldnât he offered me such a price for it â my God, I couldnât believe me ears! Iâm no millionaire, what am I supposed to do when I get a windfall like that dropped in my lap? Iâve got kids to keep! And