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uproariously.  "Haw! Haw!"
roared one.  "So he has met a better man at last!  This is
worth all the trouble we have had with him."  The police-
men looked at me with respect, and then demanded to see
my papers.  Satisfied on that point, and having heard the
reports of the bystanders, they turned and walked away.
The ex-Boss apologized, tears of mortification in his eyes,
then I knelt beside him, set his leg, and fixed two boards
from a packing case as a splint.  Marcel had disappeared.
He had run from trouble and out of my life.
    My two suitcases were heavy.  Taking them from the
Earthmover I walked out into the street on another stage

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of my journey.  I had no job and knew no one.  Marcel     
had proved to be a broken reed with his brains pickled in  
drink.  Verdun did not attract me at all at that moment.     
I stopped passer-by after passer-by for directions on how  
to get to the railway station so that I could leave my suit-  
cases.  Everyone seemed to think that I would be better off     
looking at the battlefields than looking for a station, but   
eventually I succeeded in obtaining the directions.  Along      
the Rue Poincare I plodded, resting every so often and       
wondering what I could throw away to lighten my cases.        
Books?  No, I had to keep those very carefully.  Merchant 
Navy uniforms?  Definitely a "must".  Reluctantly I came
to the conclusion that I had only essentials with me.  On
to the Place Chevert I trudged.  Turning right I arrived       
at the Quai de la Republique.  Looking at the traffic on       
the River Meuse and wondering about ships I decided to       
sit a while and rest.  A large Citroen slid silently along,     
slowed up, and finally stopped by me.  A tall, dark-haired     
man looked at me for some moments and then got out.
Walking towards me, he said,  "You are the man who
earned our gratitude by beating up The Boss"
    "I am," I replied.  "Does he wa