why did the young lawyer wish to run away to his hometown
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AFTER graduating with honours, I became a junior assistant clerk in a
magnificent law firm. I was sent, not to prepare legal briefs, but to
serve summons, like a cheap private detective. I had to go to dirty and
shadowy corners of the city to seek out my victims. Some of the larger
and more self-confident ones even beat me up. I hated this unpleasant
work, and the side of city life it revealed to me. I even considered
fleeing to my hometown, where I could have been a real lawyer right
away, without going through this unpleasant training period.
So I rejoiced one day when they sent me out forty miles in the
country, to a town called New Mullion, to serve summons on a man
called Oliver Lutkins. We needed this man as a witness in a law case,
and he had ignored all our letters.
When I got to New Mullion, my eager expectations of a sweet and
simple country village were severely disappointed. Its streets were
rivers of mud, with rows of wooden shops, either painted a sour brown,
or bare of any paint at all. The only agreeable sight about the place
was the delivery man at the station. He was about forty, red-faced,
cheerful, and thick about the middle. His working clothes were dirty
and well-worn, and he had a friendly manner. You felt at once that
he liked people.
“I want,” I told him, “to find a man named Oliver Lutkins.”