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PETER LUCK
b e en on the day ticket lake , c o z yo u wo u ld h ave b een c a u gh t
– the bailiffs on there are to o ke en fo r anyo n e to g e t away
w i th fishing in the closed s ea s o n .” “ N o , I ’ve b e e n f i s h i n g i n
t h e old estate lake by invi ta t i o n ,” st a te d B i l l. “ Inv i t at i o n f ro m
whom?” asked the bo bby. “ Pe te , t he wo rk m a n o n t h e ro o f ,”
re plied Bill. “That lake’s b ee n d r y fo r ye ar s , B i l l .” “ D o n’ t ta l k
r u bbish, sarge. I’ve been f i s h i n g t h ere al l a f te rn o o n ! ” At t h a t ,
B i ll got back on his bike an d s l owly p ed a le d away. T h e o l d
c o pper then called out , “An d t he o n ly b lo ke wh o wo rke d a t t h e
o l d house, by the name of Pe te , wa s ki l l ed … te n ye ars a g o i t
was… fell off the roof he d i d … b ro ke h i s n ec k ! ” B i ll t u r n e d a
d e athly shade of pale and p ro m p t ly fe ll o f f h i s b i ke …
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