The old soldier, who was known as WO from one end of The River to the other, mopped his brow with a large handkerchief and gulped his glass of Old Bushmills. “I’m getting too old for this, Jimmy, my son. I try to keep fit, but I’m stuffed. Not like the old days. I pedalled all the way over from Shadwell as soon as I heard. Couldn’t trust one of the street nippers with the message and the bombs going off everywhere."
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