I've never been much of a lad for "the art of the noble crescent". But, I've turned my hand to many things in my time - military supervisor, hotelier, wagon captain, slave trader, spy, majordomo and diamond broker amoungst 'em. I was in Whites recently sloshing down a brandy and soda and listening with half an ear to Sydney Hall boasting about how he won open masters tournament the other week. The arrogant young pup was propping up the bar telling all and sundry how his strilin' and straddlin' had damn well out striled and straddled his opponent. So I says "I'll show you how the game is really played, young gallows." So of course he couldn't wait to best the famous Sir Harry Flashman and was all eagerness to play. Now what neither he or you know is that whilst I was China with Sir James Hope Grant I picked up a trick or two:
At which Hall got up in disgust and stormed out.
Thus ends this packet of the Flashman papers - in its usual abrupt manner.
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