Sergeant Le Clay sipped his
Old Bushmills. “Bit of a flap on about this robbery in the City which I’m
sure you have read about in the papers. Not really my area, but the
Commissioner is panicking. Under a lot of pressure, questions being asked in Parliament. Heard anything on the grapevine?” Madame Komarovski poured
herself some water from a flagon on the table. “As you know, we hear lots of things - men become talkative at certain times. And we always
pass on anything of interest to our important friends. But this robbery, nothing. Not a whisper, not a word.”
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