Sowerbutt had been listening
to the 7 o’clock news read by Alvar Liddell with more gloom and doom about the
continuing bombing. “Time for a quick whiskey, Mr
Sorbay,” said the smiling face as the military man popped his head into the
private office at the brothel.
“Why John,” Sowerbutt said. “Pull up a glass, always good to see you.”
The military-looking man smiled. “A quick whiskey before you catch your train. I hope you can make the 8 o’clock Weymouth express tonight. The 9 o’clock at the latest, I've checked they are running. I have a car outside and my other driver is collecting your colleagues.”
"Kind of you to invite us down to the seaside, John,” Sowerbutt smiled, pouring two glasses. “A few days enjoying the sea air at Poole no doubt, some fish and chips and a walk along the sands?”
“Something like that, Mr Sorbay,” John nodded, downing half of his whiskey in one gulp. “Just had a radio message from the embassy that our Senor Gonzales is a passenger on tonight’s BOAC service from Lisbon.
“We would like you to keep an eye on him, from the moment he steps off the launch at Poole to when he signs in at the Savoy. Just in case, a watch on any contacts he might make. A wink and a nod to someone, a slip of paper passed in the railway carriage corridor.
“Rather you and your friends didn’t go unarmed, old boy, this could be the real thing. If he does meet someone along the way, I’d be more than happy for you to hold onto them. Some firepower could be jolly useful, don’t you think,” the slight military man smiled.
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“Why John,” Sowerbutt said. “Pull up a glass, always good to see you.”
The military-looking man smiled. “A quick whiskey before you catch your train. I hope you can make the 8 o’clock Weymouth express tonight. The 9 o’clock at the latest, I've checked they are running. I have a car outside and my other driver is collecting your colleagues.”
"Kind of you to invite us down to the seaside, John,” Sowerbutt smiled, pouring two glasses. “A few days enjoying the sea air at Poole no doubt, some fish and chips and a walk along the sands?”
“Something like that, Mr Sorbay,” John nodded, downing half of his whiskey in one gulp. “Just had a radio message from the embassy that our Senor Gonzales is a passenger on tonight’s BOAC service from Lisbon.
“We would like you to keep an eye on him, from the moment he steps off the launch at Poole to when he signs in at the Savoy. Just in case, a watch on any contacts he might make. A wink and a nod to someone, a slip of paper passed in the railway carriage corridor.
“Rather you and your friends didn’t go unarmed, old boy, this could be the real thing. If he does meet someone along the way, I’d be more than happy for you to hold onto them. Some firepower could be jolly useful, don’t you think,” the slight military man smiled.
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