I paused on the threshold. Should I just take the loot? I decided against this, since it seemed a bit dishonest. So I telephoned the operator again. Assuming, stupidly, that it was the same person, I said to her ‘Operator, it’s come out after all.’ She replied: ‘I beg your pardon!’ I decided that rather than entering into complicated explanations, I would just take the little bit of loot. I also received some postage stamps a few days later. But I didn’t pursue the dubious job in Mayfair. The complications of making a trunk call seemed too much.
