Joe tells me that this season there are three men besides myself who are entitled to fish hereabouts.
Joe is the keeper. The three men are:—
1. Slattery.
2. A Mr. Blennerhassett.
3. A Mr. Purfling.
Slattery I know already. He lives here, and is a permanent rod. I call him Slattery because it is not his name, and because I have always wished to know a man called Slattery, and I have never been so lucky. This is the best I can do. Slattery is a man of science. He owns a motor-car and a billiard-table and a beautiful garden and a kind heart and Mrs. Slattery. Slattery is Fortune's pet. His business, however—there are drawbacks even to being Slattery—keeps him from the river all day; but by seven o'clock he is there. I shall see him at seven o'clock this evening, and it will be a good meeting.
Purfling I have yet to meet.
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