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An English Lord (say H.) owns a nice mansion on the countryside, not too
far from London. He has a very regular life, and goes to his club in London
once a week to have a chat with his colleagues. On one of his visits to the
club, the atmosphere is better than ever. Everybody is cheerful, and the
women are more good looking than those at home. Lord H. decides to
telephone home, to say that he is more occupied than usual, and would
spend the night in London. James answers the phone, and the Lord gives the
message. He also asks how his wife is doing. James first hesitates a bit,
but then informs the Lord H. about her and the gardener having 'slept'
together. "Well, no problem," replies Lord H., "take them to the cellar and
shoot them". After a few minutes Lord H. hears two shots through the
phone. "Mission accomplished, Sir", says James, "but what to do with the
bodies?" "No problem", is the answer, "throw them into the pool". "But
Sir", asks James, "we don't have a pool!" "Oh, sorry bothering you then",
says Lord H., "wrong number..."
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