As Madame Komarovski took a seat in the brothel’s private office, Sowerbutt
put a bundle onto the desk. “For you.” Frowning,
she unwrapped the handkerchief. “Limes? I haven’t seen one
since before the war. Where did you get them, Mr Sorbay? Sorry, I shouldn’t
have asked.” “No
secrets in the Family. Some of the sailor lads bringing
stuff over from the West Indies think they can make their fortunes with limes,
pineapples and so on. They get a fair price from me.”
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