Sowerbutt's Body

“I owe you a pint, One-Line. That was close,” Panda said. “We’d better barrow the body down to The River first. Mr Sorbay doesn’t like loose ends left lying around.”

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Sowerbutt's Bullet

One-Line pushed Panda violently to one side, catching a glimpse of a revolver pointing round the side of a building. The first bullet hit the ex-docker squarely in the head, the second in his chest. Blood spattered across the ground as he fell backwards. The sound of running footsteps could be heard from the alleyway.

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Sowerbutt's Vengeance

A roaring giant filled the alleyway, arms flailing. One of the ex-dockers went down for the count with a single blow. The ginger-haired man became a rag-doll in One-Line’s hands and was thrown, shouting and kicking, through the window of a derelict building.
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Sowerbutt's Armour

The fist came out of nowhere, landing on Panda’s chest, its impact blunted by the shotgun hidden under his leather coat. “Dear God,” the ginger-haired man shouted, wringing his hand. “What have you got under there, you bastard? A suit of armour.”

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Sowerbutt's Convention

Bracken said: “You will recall, sir, that the leadership of the Chartists was arrested in 1848 and the protests petered out. A network of police spies had done its work. We can go one better – we have one of the leaders of the People’s Convention in our pocket."
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Sowerbutt's Friend

"Your brothel-keeper friend, Brendan, was a Blackshirt. I like him, he gets things done unlike half of our commonplace Cabinet,” Churchill growled.

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Sowerbutt's Mob

“A mob baying for blood on the streets of London, you say Brendan,” Churchill growled as he paced the Cabinet Room, clouds of cigar smoke following in his wake. “We are trying to win a world war, not deal with an insurrection on the home front."
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Sowerbutt's Accountant

An Inland Revenue prosecution had resulted in the Professor serving a short stretch in Brixton Prison before the war with the judge describing the taxation scheme for his clients as “over-ambitious”. After a tip-off from a screw, Polly had taken the Professor under her wing on his release.

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Sowerbutt's Cash

“The Professor is a genius, Polly. We are turning out hats by the dozen at the warehouse but still managing to make a loss. The high and mighty ladies paying cash helps, of course,” Dot smiled.
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Sowerbutt's Tax

"For the benefit of those Inland Revenue ruffians, I shall record craftsman wages to reduce our profit margin and create a paper chain for the pine," the Professor said. "Then there is the rent of the Dunstable property to our holding company and I shall put some of those items that Jo-Jo is purchasing for his repository through our books. All those Inland Revenue reptiles require is receipts, receipts, receipts."

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Sowerbutt's Coffins

“A splendid deal if I may say so, Miss Polly,” the Professor said, his head pecking at the plate of syrup loaf in front of him. Dot, dressed in an elegant tweed two-piece, contained a smile; she knew Polly’s nickname for her accountant. He glanced at the document on the coffee table in the Cheapside flat. “The Home Office will pay 21/9 each for 500 coffins. Treated pine with rope handles. Collection by the Royal Army Service Corps under guard.” 

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Sowerbutt's Plot

McGaskie sipped his whiskey. “There’s more, dear boy. I deserve a knighthood no less or perhaps a peerage. What do you think? That Vershinin person is up to something. Nasty piece of work, I don’t like him. They say he used to torture people – enemies of the state."

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Sowerbutt's Shadow

As he walked along Whitechapel Road, a scrawny little man fell into step beside him. “Don’t do that, Nero,” Sowerbutt smiled. “I can always tell if someone is shadowing me – apart from you. You are like a ghost.”

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Sowerbutt's Typewriter

Sowerbutt said. “You have friends who have left Germany in recent years, Jack. I am after a Jerry typewriter from about the time of the first lot plus paper. A few sheets will do. I will pay well for them – cash. We can even return the typewriter, but I must have assurances about silence.”

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Sowerbutt's Protection

Sowerbutt's thoughts went back to the Battle of Cable Street in 1936 when a big Blackshirt march had been banned, then attacked by Red gangs. He and his I-Squad security section had ringed Jack Shakes’ shop; the Reds not prepared to take on Sowerbutt’s cosh and his fists. Not a single window was broken.

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Sowerbutt's Tailor

Sowerbutt enjoyed visiting Jack Shakes, born Yacob Shakhnarovich, in his shop off Whitechapel Road for the conversation almost as much as for his workmanship. Jack, his younger sister and their parents fled Moscow in early 1917 after the Russian Tsar abdicated. 
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Sowerbutt's Shirtmaker

“Aah, Mr Sorbay,” Jack Shakes looked up from his sewing as the doorbell tinkled. “You have come to wish us a happy New Year? And more fine shirts? You have been fighting again and ruined more of my masterpieces?”

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Sowerbutt's Role

Benjamin Le Vay picked up a photograph, gasped and downed the rest of his Old Bushmills. “Dear God, this is serious stuff. The role of a lifetime. Mr Churchill will be involved in this.” The Brigadier smiled. “I take my orders from the highest authority. This project has absolute priority.”

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Sowerbutt's Repayments

Nero sipped his beer. “What’s this bloke bringing you diamonds for?” Bozo shook his head: “Silly bastard, he bloke falls for one of the girls in a Lambeth brothel that we look after and sets her up in a flat. Buys her furs and jewellery and needs a lot of hard earned to pay for it all. We lent him some at a reasonable rate and he needs to pay us back."

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Sowerbutt's Sparklers

Bozo glanced around the bar. It was a quiet night; an old man dozing over his half of mild and a young bloke and his girlfriend whispering at one of the tables. “We’re horse and track lads and we look after a couple of brothels and clubs. But something different has come up, that’s why Mr McDonald thought of you lot with all your contacts.” Nero looked puzzled. “Go on, Bozo. What have you got?” “Sparklers,” he said.

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Sowerbutt's Offer

The Brigadier took two wads of £10 notes from his overcoat. He counted out £500 onto the dressing table. “Cash, Mr Le Vay, no percentage to your agent. Nothing to do with Inland Revenue. More than you earn in a year. This is a matter of the utmost importance to the war effort."

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Sowerbutt's Theatre

The Brigadier enjoyed the theatre. Bombs permitting, he occasionally dropped into one of the Aldwych theatres in the evening. But he was not enjoying the two-hour production of Aladdin. Perhaps it was the hundreds of children and their families in the Grand Theatre, Luton, laughing and shouting at the twists and turns of the traditional plot.
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Sowerbutt's Coup

The Brigadier nodded. “You are a courier, Lee, raising the Blackshirt standard. In short, bringing orders from the Fatherland to launch a coup. Tom Mosley in No 10, Churchill in the Tower."

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Sowerbutt's Shop

Polly pointed to a girl with pigtails. “My Mum died at South Hallsville, she pushed me out. She worked in a shop. I want to run my own shop and name it after her.”

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Sowerbutt's School

Forty or so boys shouting, pushing and fighting; a couple of dozen girls giggling, dancing and shouting. Within seconds of Sowerbutt and Spaghetti walking in, the children had taken their seats and were sitting more or less quietly.

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