It took Old Jack three hours to get here, and now the morning mist had almost dissipated. Looking around, he could see a field of rather unfresh cow dung, garbage cans by the roadside that hadn't been emptied in months, steam billowing from the sewers, and two rats darting past a cat who merely yawned lazily.,"Excuse me, do you have a fruit knife here" he asked.,A very standard 'Scottish Youth A. Bell' phone, which was popular at the time, but not cheap either.。