Sowerbutt pulled Nero behind
a brick wall, near the British Thomson-Houston testing shed in Lutterworth. The
shriek from the shed had almost knocked the two men off their feet. “Hardly
hear yourself think with that racket going on. How do people round here sleep?”
Nero grinned: “They call it
the Silent Noise, Mr Sorbay. But that’s about all they’ll say. It’s very
hush-hush and none of the locals will talk about it.”
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