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. How do people round here sleep?
Country will go deaf if this lot ever gets going.”
Nero grinned: “They call it
the Silent Noise, Mr Sorbay. But that’s about all they’ll say. It’s very
hush-hush.”
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