“Why don’t we go into
business together, senor? Lots of shortages and a big black market in London.”
Sowerbutt looked surprised:
“And leave John, he wouldn’t be very happy. Room service in the Tower of London
is not the best.”
Rosetta's eyes flashed: “I’m so
bored, senor. Baby-sitting a spoilt rich boy who deserves a bullet,
not an Iron Cross. My big excitement of the day is pedalling around a sleepy
little village, where nothing has happened in a hundred years.”
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