Abstract

I was pedalling back home rather slowly, lato in the evening, that day when Gopi stopped me in front of the Ideal Cafe and took me inside, much against my will. We were soon engrossed in chatting over a cup of coffee. It was very late before I could resume biking. My house stood well back from the main road but quite close to an obscure Iane. I always use the back way, entering from the lane, when the wife is at home. But to-night I should have entered the house by the front door because she had gone to one of her social meetings in the Women's Club. I always carry the front door key, with me but tonight suddenly I remembered and turned in my tracks, only to stop again I heard the voice, rather a deep voice it was, and it onme from the house!!

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