At the refreshment table, a pale young man in a gray homburg stood eating cold chicken legs watching all of the other people with a kind of peaked interest and it settled in his mind as a couple of blokes, one a young flash bastard and the other an older gentleman who was definitely gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide, climbed into a mid to late 1920's model black Bentley that with such an interesting cast of people standing around him he’d ought to write it down. It’d make for an interesting book, if for nothing else, would make him laugh and perhaps he’d share it with his friend. He was the sort who’d like the idea that was coming into the young man’s head.
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