My handheld ringtoned “Happy Days are Here Again.” I withdrew into a quieter corner of Mahogany Bar and stuck a finger in my other ear.

...in another Hut, a parcel of Scoth Pedlars and their Moggies, Dancing a Highlanders Jig...

And as if to undermine their authority still further, Welsh Philpott in his innocence has made the error of placing Rick beside the pulpit in the very spot from which in the past he has read us the day's lesson with such brio and persuasion.

The shot was after the horn and therefore did not count.