He drew out a yellow packet of cigarettes, selected one and held them in my
direction. I declined and again closed my eyes.
"Very good, please yourself, it's one more for little Willie. All I can say
is that you're foolish not taking a good fag when it don't cost you
nothing. You don't catch me refusing a free fag even when I don't want to
smoke. I takes it and puts it in my cap for when I do. Pounds I've saved
that way, pounds and pounds."
He lit his limp tube of paper and mystery, stamped out the match and spat
deliberately on the floor.
"See me do that?"