Foreign News: The Trotters' Friend

"Mr. Frame?" quavered a husky voice on a London telephone one night last week. "I'm a trotter. I need your help." The stocky, mild man at the other end of the line nodded comprehendingly. "All right," he said into the phone, "Where can we meet?" The unknown voice named a time and a place.

Sidney Frame, physiotherapist, hung up, took a moment to jot down the information on a slip of paper and returned to an arthritic patient in the next room. The following afternoon he pulled up his creaking Rover 10 sedan around the corner from Wembley Park underground station...

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