Roncey

At nine o'clock the next morning Derry Clark collected Madge and the three Roncey boys in his own Austin and drove them down to Portsmouth and straight on to the Isle of Wight car ferry.

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Roncey telephoned at ten-thirty, when I was sitting in the writing-room looking vacantly at the walls and trying to drum up some preliminary gems for my column on Sunday.

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Roncey bypassed it and gestured me to follow him through the far door into a small dark hall.

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Roncey shook hands firmly as before and said he hoped to receive a free copy of Tally.

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The two men looked back, Roncey worried, Norton not.

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I arrived unannounced at two-thirty and found Roncey himself out in the yard watching Pat and the old man saw up a large hunk of dead tree.

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Pat Roncey staring at me sullenly, hands in pockets.

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I think he, the son, asked Roncey where he was calling from, because Roncey said that as everyone had stopped inquiring about where the horse was he didn't see any harm in his son knowing, so he told him. '

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'As long as it goes no further than Roncey himself it may not be too bad, though I'd prefer …'

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Luke-John was busy with a football columnist and the golfing correspondent, and Derry took time off from working out his tips for every meeting in the following week to tell me about taking the Roncey kids to the Isle of Wight.

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