There is a story, which I suspect may actually be true, that one of these functionaries wandered into a room on the fourth floor full of people who hadn’t done anything in years and, when they proved unable to account convincingly for themselves, sacked them at a stroke, except for one fortunate fellow who had popped out to the betting shop. When he returned, it was to an empty room and he spent the next two years sitting alone wondering vaguely what had become of his colleagues.
