“Takes the biscuit, Mr
Sorbay,” Tipper whispered. “I’ve never worn fancy gear on a break-in before. I
look like a penguin at the zoo.”
Sowerbutt nodded: “You do,
too. Just in case anyone is around, we’re guests in the hotel who’ve had a few
too many and got ourselves lost.”Sowerbutt, Tipper and Missionary were wearing evening dress complete with well-polished shoes and white silk scarves. Polly had been impressed how good Sowerbutt looked in his suit, his long hair tucked carefully up under a rakishly-tilted trilby. As she whispered to her man, the two young lads looked like fish out of water.
The three men had slipped a catch on a kitchen window at the back of the Savoy Hotel in The Strand a few minutes earlier.
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