Sowerbutt got off his bicycle. “Thanks for the offer of lunch, Mr Bracken. We
deserve a slap-up meal after spending the last hour dodging bullets.” Bracken’s
mouth dropped: “You made contact with the Jerry. Dammit, where, man,
where? Did you shoot him?” The
slight military man waved a soldier over. “Call
Brigadier Hatter, Private. He is in the tent. Mr Bracken wants him urgently.
Double, man, double.”
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