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drunken slob ! Didn't you once tell me with your own two lips, you dirty liar, that you'd seen a ghost outside the Y .M .C .A. one night?"
" And so I damnwell did," says Geordie.
" You're a one to talk, then, about not believing in anything. That's what you are : I fluff you, all right. Truth, scientific fact like a V. C., honest scientific fact like my old pal Harry, you don't believe. But ghosts, oh yes ! You fairy!"
" That was no joke," says Geordie. "It was sober truth as true as I sit in this chair. God strike me down dead this minute if f I didn't see it. Outside the Y .M .C .A., I tell you. And it wasn't night-time, but broad, staring, damnation daylight. I was going along that road, and coming the other way there was a bloke covered wi' dust from head to foot, and walking as if he had sore feet. I takes a look at him, and I see he's got a funny sort of a uniform on. Red coat, knee breeches, and a long sort of cardboard hat. So I thought he was one of these so-called Czechs, but he comes up to me and says: `Comrade, have you heard the news?' So I thinks he's one of these Communists, and I says: `No, Comrade, I ain't. What news?' And he says: `Napoleon is back,' he says, `and I've got to rejoin my regiment.' And I says: `Are you trying to take the mike out of me? Or are you just potty? Or what are you?' Then he looks at me, and shakes his head slowly, and with my own eyes I saw him sort of get thinner, thin-drawn-out, kind of smoky. And then he wasn't there any more."
" It could have been a dream," says the Barman. Geordie glares at him, and growls: "It was no more

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