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I 'll take care you do n't have much more to laugh at , my man . '' She flung out of the room and began to wash up the crockery . Mr. Henshaw , after standing irresolute for some time with his hands in his pockets , put on his hat again and left the house . He dined badly at a small eating-house , and returned home at six o'clock that evening to find his wife out and the cupboard empty . He went back to the same restaurant for tea , and after a gloomy meal went round to discuss the situation with Ted Stokes . That gentleman 's suggestion of a double alibi he thrust aside with disdain and a stern appeal to talk sense . `` Mind , if my wife speaks to you about it , '' he said , warningly , `` it was n't me , but somebody like me .