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He is supposed by all and sundry to be enjoying his well-earned retirement basking soggily in the Florida sun beside his cherished helpmeet (She Who Must Be Obeyed), replete with healthy orange juice and airmail copies of The Times, learning to rap with strangers.
But Rumpole is made of sterner stuff, and the merest whiff of a meaty Blood Case and of his sworn enemy, Judge Bullingham, sets the venerable war-horse a-twitching. And, courtesy of Gaelic Airlines (Budget Airlines Standby) Rumpole descends on the dear old Chambers to take command.
