Thursday 30 June 2016

Sowerbutt's Enemy

Madame Komarovski.smiled: “You ask me because Vershinin has crossed your path? It cannot be Augustine as a drunken Lett guard stabbed him to death, I’m pleased to say. Eugenie would be with the NKVD which succeeded Dzerzhinsky’s Cheka. A double-dealing inadequate, always after himself. Is he here?”
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Sowerbutt's Sparklers

“Business, Nero,” Bozo said. “I’ve got two pounds of uncut sparklers. The lads have got scales if you want to check the weight.”  He nodded at two big men by the bar. “You’ve brought protection with you, Bozo? I thought we were friends,” Nero said. “Like your friends outside in the Ford,” the man beamed.
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Sowerbutt's Notes

Enjoying more of his pie, Nero glanced at the Gladstone bag, wedged between his feet. It was full of bundles of five-pound notes that Sowerbutt had collected from one of the Family’s hiding places.
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Sunday 26 June 2016

Sowerbutt's Secret

Churchill said: “The die is cast, dear boy. Your Argies in Edinburgh know about our visitor.” “Yes, sir,” Brendan Bracken smiled. “We’ve recorded two telephone conversations with their Embassy and the Foreign Office has been notified a diplomatic bag is going out on the next Lisbon clipper. We’ll check it, of course.”
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Sowerbutt's Make-Up

“Yes, Prime Minister, I so love that look,” the slim photographer said, glancing through his camera. “A little more powder, a little more light and we are ready for you, sir.” Churchill growled: “You see what I have to put up with, dear Brendan, for your publicity photographs. Mr Beaton powdering my nose.”
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Sowerbutt's Lady

Sowerbutt gulped his whiskey. He could deal with the worst of the East End thugs or a fight-to-the-finish with the Reds, but he was never sure about Polly’s reactions. He felt shivers up his spine.
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Sowerbutt's Son

“He’s our son, Polly. We’ve got to do the right thing by him; give him the start in life that we never had. I’ve got it all planned. Some good schools around here, I’ll put his name down. Later he can go to college, get a qualification. What do you think?”
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Sowerbutt's Diamonds

The King’s Messenger, a former major in the Warwickshires, had handed the letter from the Ankara Embassy to the Brigadier while still on board the Lodestar. He made no mention of the two one-pound bags of uncut industrial diamonds, worth about £5,000, strapped to his legs.
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Sowerbutt's Visitor

As the motorcade pulled out of the gates of RAF Leuchars on its way to Holyrood and lunch, one of the RAF guards standing rigidly to attention whispered to his mate: “Cor blimey. I’m going to tell my grandkids I was feet away from Uncle Joe.”
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Sowerbutt's Contacts

“Boatload of Eyetie prisoners has just come in, one of the first, keeping them in a warehouse on the docks while they sort them out. Had a word with our Southampton friends. We went to see a sergeant in the Hampshires. A desk-jockey after being wounded at Dunkirk. Chaos, he said. Two hundred-odd Eyetie prisoners and he’s got 20 men and some Home Guard lads to look after them and escort them round the country.” Bernie White clapped his hands. “My brother-in-law is down there. I can’t believe it. Can I go down and see him?”
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Sowerbutt's Earthquake

Brendan Bracken peered through his pebble glasses: “We have trump cards to play, Prime Minister. The little corporal can try his hardest to terrorise our people. Our bombshell to come will detonate an earthquake in Berlin from which he will never recover.”
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Sowerbutt's Photograph

Brendan Bracken said: “I have suggested to some of our journalist friends a photograph of St Paul’s through the flames, sir. If the dome falls, they won’t use it. If St Paul’s survives, the photograph will symbolise our strength and resilience against all the odds.”
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Sowerbutt's Cathedral

“Amid the death and destruction, St Paul’s still survives and I have ordered men and machinery to defend it to the last.  The magnificent dome is a symbol of our Empire, I pray that it survives, I fear for morale if it tumbles,” Churchill growled.
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Sowerbutt's Fire

“We must brace ourselves, dear Brendan,” the Prime Minister said. “The heart of the Empire, the ancient City of London, will be no more by daybreak. A wasteland of rubble. A firestorm, the like of which has never been seen before, rages through the narrow streets. It is the Great Fire of London, almost three centuries later but ten times the ferocity."
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Friday 3 June 2016

Sowerbutt's Diamonds

Nero looked puzzled. “Go on, Bozo. What have you got?” “Diamonds,” his companion said. “Blimey, where did they come from? Haven’t heard of any sparklers being lifted,” Nero asked. “There’s a geezer with a fancy name. He’s called a King’s Messenger, works for the Government blokes. Travels around the place with papers and stuff – on aeroplanes. Hard with the war on, but he goes to Lisbon, Sweden and the States, so he says. He’s got a bloke in Sweden, a Swede like, who has found something called a diamond pipe up in their frozen north. Uncut diamonds, industrial quality.”
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Sowerbutt's Offer

The Brigadier waved the actor to the armchair. “Mr Levy, my friend.” The actor frowned. “Benjamin Le Vay, if you please. Now, if we have finished, I have a pressing engagement.” The slight military man smiled and took two wads of £10 notes from his overcoat pocket. He counted out £500 onto the dressing table. “Cash, no percentage to your agent. Nothing to do with Inland Revenue. More than you earn in a year. Complete the job successfully and there will be more."
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Sowerbutt's Pantomime

The Brigadier was not enjoying the two-hour production of Aladdin for which he had bought a 10/- box ticket. Perhaps it was the hundreds of excited children and their families in the Grand Theatre, Luton, laughing and shouting at the jokes and the twists of the traditional plot. 
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Sowerbutt's Pledge

"General Cabanellas was in his seventies. Despite being a friend of Franco, he had been removed from active command and was feeling left out of it. He fell head over heels for La Arana. When he was killed, Franco got himself into a towering rage – not a pretty sight. I told him that I would sort it out. I know, I know, I should have kept out of it.”
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Sowerbutt's Woman

"There was a Republican woman, a Basque, they called her La Arana, the Spider. Once you were lost in her arms, she killed you," Sowerbutt said. 
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