Yes, you promised TICKLEBY you
would send the case of champagne to BUMBLETON. (_With inspiration._)
You are the Arctic Wine Company, aren't you?
_Second Voice_. No. I am Secretary of the Curate's Papier Mache Church
Company.
_Imp. Sub._ (_in a tone of sorrow_). Aren't you one four two nought
eight six?
_Third Voice_ (_coming from somewhere_). Mind and bring a gun with
you, and--.
_Second Voice_. No. We are two four eight nought six seven. Good
morning!
_First Voice_. Have you finished?
_Imp. Sub._ (_angrily_). I have not begun! You have put me on the
wrong number!
_First Voice_ (_calmly_). What number do you want?
_Imp. Sub._ (_angrily_). One four two nought eight six.
_First Voice_. Two four two nought eight six?
_Imp. Sub._ (_with suppressed rage_). No, _one_ four two nought eight
six.
_First Voice_. Very well. One four two nought eight six.
_Imp. Sub._ Yes, and don't make a mistake.
[_Long pause, during which he asks_, "_Are you there?_" _at
intervals._
_Fourth Voice_. What is it?
_Imp. Sub._ Are you Arctic Wine Company?
_Fourth Voice_.
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