Sowerbutt's Haul

Nero hopped from foot to foot, wringing his tweed cap in his hands. “It is this way, Mr Sorbay. A lot of valuable goods being stored at Shapiro’s. You wouldn’t see them in any inventory, I know, but I watched them being carted in at Regent’s Canal Basin. Be a shame to lose all that good stuff in a bonfire.”

Sowerbutt was stretched out on the leather settee in the Cheapside flat. “Pour yourself a glass, Nero, and talk."
“Real good stuff, Mr Sorbay. Crates of machine parts and instruments, medicines, shooters and ammo, sacks of chemicals,copper wire, ingots. All ready to load on the neutral ships sailing to the Baltic, like.”
“Old Man Shapiro is being a naughty boy smuggling scarce supplies to the Russkies, he gets top prices, I bet. But we need the stuff for our war effort, our patriotic duty is to rescue it,” Sowerbutt laughed.
“We’ll create a diversion in that empty building next door to give his lads an excuse to leg it. We’ll strip the place and load up our lorries, then drop a match. The silly bastard can hardly complain to the stoppers about his stuff being nicked. It doesn’t exist, does it?"
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