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your job if there is
someone to bring the van back.  You can collect the money
for it.  I will be satisfied with the trip."
    He looked at me in joy.  "But yes, it can be arranged, my
mate drives, we have to load furniture from a big house
here and take it to Caen and unload it."  By fast work it
was arranged.  On the morrow I was going to be a furniture
remover's assistant, unpaid.
    Henri, the driver, could easily have obtained a certificate
of incompetence.  In one thing only was he a past-master.
He knew every dodge imaginable to get out of doing work.
Just out of sight of the house, he stopped and said, "You
drive, I'm tired." He wandered round to the back, perched
on the most comfortable furnishings he could find, and
went to sleep.  I drove.
    At Caen he said, "You start unloading, I must get these
papers signed."  Everything except the two-man things
were in the house by the time he returned.  Slouching off
again, he returned with the gardener who helped me carry
things in.  He "di