“Keeping out of mischief,
sergeant? Last time you were here, you were talking about
that city robbery. What did the papers call it, smash and grab?” Sowerbutt
smiled.
Sergeant Le Clay
shook his head. “Foreigners after Dunkirk. A lot of them have gone back
to France as you know. No checks were made, of
course. Didn’t want to provoke Vichy, I was told. What rubbish, wouldn’t
surprise me if the half-a-million, or whatever it was, is now stashed under a
bed in Cherbourg somewhere, waiting for the end of the war.”
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