We nearly sacked Wong some time ago. It was the usual trouble. He had brought in the monthly accounts the morning after we had been discussing similar documents with a Indy at whose house we ined. And what che told us about the gentlemen who lock after our daily wants made our hair stand on end. Indeed for the whole of that night we could not sleep, the roots of the hirsute covering of our head pricking the brain every movement we made. We awoke and left the bed on that side struggled into the dining room wag served coffee and the bills. Only the month before Wong had been aver us with a
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