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MR. GREEN was seriously put out. His daughter Iris had left home at half-past four to fetch her handbag, which she had left at Mrs. Whyttington's where she did part-time secretarial work, and here it was past six and she had not yet returned. Who was to get his tea he'd like to know. But Iris would never get him a meal again, nor give reluctant help behind the counter in her father's chemist's shop, for Iris was dead. |