“SORRY!” sneered Dawes.
Paul whistled lightly, “Put Me among the Girls”.
“I’ll stop your whistle, my jockey!” he said.
The other took no notice.
“You’re goin’ to answer for that job of the other night.”
Paul went to his desk in his corner, and turned over the leaves of the ledger.
“Go and tell Fanny I want order 097, quick!” he said to his boy.