Sunday 31 August 2014

Sowerbutt's Visitor

Jo-Jo closed his eyes and stretched out on a settee. “Good to be out, Miss Polly, I can tell you. Away from the stench and the screws. We heard something was on last night. They came round at dawn this morning and told the blokes with a few months left to go. They are short of screws with the call-up. Before we left, we had to sign a paper, saying we would volunteer for the Army. As if. I legged it straightaway to see Mr Sorbay. He told me to duck in and see my Mum, then get the next train up here out the way. I didn’t know anything about your Luton business.”

Sowerbutt's Service

“Pray keep me informed of how you placate our angry brothel-keeper. He has served his country well; he gets things done unlike many in our Cabinet and the Chiefs of Staff. That the Lord would give me a score of him to help win this dreadful war,”Churchill growled.

Sowerbutt's Customer

Brendan Bracken shook his head as he pulled a bottle of 1934 vintage Pol Roger from the ice-bucket near Churchill’s bed. “Another of your job lot from Sorbay, Prime Minister? You must allow me to organise your supplies.” Churchill’s blue eyes twinkled as he stretched out on the bed, surrounded by a sea of papers, from crumpled pages of The Times to top-secret Cabinet documents. “He delivered what the Cousins call a good deal and ’34 was such an exceptional year, dear boy. A special price, he said."
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Sowerbutt's Mate

"They’re releasing a lot of lads on the inside early if they join up. I wonder if Jo-Jo is getting an early ticket. I’ll check with his Mum.” Jo-Jo had worked for Polly and her mother in the brothel for years but had made the mistake of breaking the jaw and putting his boot between the legs of a visiting magistrate who had got carried away with his cane. Not a word about the whereabouts of the crime was mentioned at the Quarter Sessions, but the best the KC could negotiate was two years.

Sowerbutt's Justice

“Madame Komarovski and Sal were there. One of the lads threw a bucket of cold water over the rapist and I put a bullet through his head before he was tossed in. The word has been passed on.” Sowerbutt’s eyes widened; his lady was something else. Polly smiled sweetly. “Did I do something wrong, Jimmy?” Before Sowerbutt had a chance to answer, Polly snapped: “I will not have my ladies harmed. You cross the line, you pay the price.”

Sowerbutt's Surprise

“The rest of the Reds, any casualties?” Polly shook her head. “The lads taught them a good lesson, but left their legs alone. After we were finished, we let them run back, puffing and gasping, to Whitechapel, spreading the word not to touch the Family. There was one exception.” Sowerbutt had never seen this hard side of Polly before. “The rapist, Jimmy. The crap who raped Sal. We tied him to a lamppost not far away for the day with an ‘I am a rapist’ sign around his neck. Our families were not impressed, he didn‘t have a good day. I had him cut down after dark and barrowed up to The River."
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Sowerbutt's Anger

Sowerbutt looked at his glass of Old Bushmills. “The sheer brass of the bastard. I go away with the lads, for longer than expected admittedly, and McGaskie moves in. And you led the lads in to take the business back?” A sudden storm cloud passed across Sowerbutt’s rugged face. “You were in danger? Did anybody touch you?” Polly liked the attention. “I stayed in the kitchen, Jimmy, isn’t that a woman’s place? With a shooter."

Sowerbutt's Ketchup

As the door pulled shut, two rifle shots rang out. The 8x57 bullets thudded into the small man’s body within millimetres of each other over Whittle’s heart. Sowerbutt watched from the bay window as the world changed gear into slow motion. Whittle toppled over on the garden path, swallowing an obscenity as he fell. Missionary leapt out of the car, shouting as he raced towards the wing commander. Sowerbutt noticed the small container of ketchup, concealed in front of Missionary’s body as he ran, invisible to any observer.

Sowerbutt's Binoculars

Behind the fine net curtains of the front room of Wing-Commander Whittle’s house, Sowerbutt grinned. He put down the brand-new Zeiss sea binoculars that John had brought. God knows where the slight military man had got his hands on new German-manufactured binoculars, a year into the war. “He’s here, John, the Ghost is here. Nero has spotted him. It’s on.”
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Sowerbutt's Eyes

Both men thought they were invisible to any watchers, one was, one wasn’t. In the minutes before dawn, Gerhard had hidden himself in an allotment shed with a clear view of Wing-Commander Whittle’s front door down the street. Slowly, silently, he rested the barrel of the stripped-down Gewehr 98 on the ledge of the partially-open window. It was that movement when the rest of the street was perfectly still that caught Nero’s sharp eyes.
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Sunday 24 August 2014

Sowerbutt's Slap


Sowerbutt smiled. Ill buy you a new hat. They make them in Luton, not far by LMS. They had a bad raid yesterday but the vehicle works is on the edge of town. Ive got us a nice place near the shops.The slap could be heard outside in the bar. The angry redhead leant over the desk, her finger inches from Sowerbutts surprised face. You bastard. Were partners, so you said, you discuss things with me first. You have bought somewhere already, you can stick your Luton you know where.

Sowerbutt's Past

"What about that raid last weekend, the City and Millwall copped it. Just the start. I saw it all in Guernica, death and destruction. You cant imagine what its like.
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Sowerbutt's Fears


Sowerbutt took a mouthful of tea. “We are all in danger of getting killed if we stay here. Look at the fight the Brylcreem Boys are putting up to stop the Jerries. Day after day and planes dropping like flies. I heard they downed tools at Manston the other day, had enough of it."

Sowerbutt's Food

Polly smiled: Ill be glad of some decent food. The rations are hopeless, that is if you can find anything. It is alright the politicians talking about fighting Jerry on the beaches. Meanwhile were wasting away. Talk about slim figures, walking skeletons more like."
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Sowerbutt's Rivals


“We know the Jerry is here, thanks to the information of Mr Weizmann, our President. We just have to find him. But he is of no use to us dead. Bodies don’t talk and they are hard to keep.”

Sowerbutt's Hunt

The Prime Minister refilled his glass from the Hine bottle. Find the Jerry, dear boy, track him to his lair and clear up the mess. Trailing our coat may save the Empire, but the risks are high."
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Sowerbutt's Explosion

The explosion could be heard well beyond the walls of the Cabinet Room. Officials and servants nearby hurriedly found pressing tasks elsewhere, it did not pay to be a witness to the Prime Ministers wrath.
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Sowerbutt's Keys


"Im going to get my own back on that front of house manager, trying to pinch my tips. Ive got hold of some spare keys and Im going to give them to Mr Sorbay. Once he has done his business, Ill slip the keys into the managers locker. Hell get the blame for anything thats missing."

Sowerbutt's Parachutist


By the time the body hit the roadway near the village of East Ryde in Bedfordshire with a sickening crunch, the letters and other papers secured in a calfskin pouch hanging around the dead man’s neck had burnt to ash. It was indistinguishable from the charred remnants of the overalls and the borrowed Luftwaffe uniform underneath.

Sowerbutt's Funeral

A curious assortment of eyes watched the coffin being lowered into the grave at the old cemetery, a stones throw from Mile End Road in Londons East End.
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