Sowerbutt In Spain

The longest nights he had spent in Casa de Campo Park and the dirty streets of Carabanchel waiting to slip unseen through the badly-guarded Republican lines. Plenty of Socialist and union dignitaries to eliminate in the crowded Republican-held city. The never-ending night he had spent frozen against the wall of a deserted building in Carabanchel while three young idiots from the infamous Anarchist Brigade sat on the dusty road alongside and drank themselves silly with a liberated case of strong Russian vodka. When the final chorus was sung and they passed out, he had been sorely tempted to make their sleep eternal with his trusty girl guide knife.
But they were so young and where was the benefit? The Renovacion Espanola only paid, and paid well, for the scalps of important Republicans or as his paymaster, a former priest, always recited, “blood enemies of His Imperial Majesty Alfonso León Fernando María Jaime Isidro Pascual Antonio de Borbón y Austria-Lorena”. Sowerbutt’s view of the self-exiled Spanish king, which he kept strictly to himself, was different, “a whoring bastard”. Apart from the several illegitimate children the king acknowledged, numerous waitresses, domestics and, his particular favourite, actresses were paid handsomely from the royal coffers to keep quiet about bedroom dalliances - and pregnancies - with the merry monarch. amazon.co.uk/Colour-Lemon-Surrender-1940-ebook/dp/B008USR7FA