“Blackouts are a burglar’s best friend, ” Sowerbutt whispered. Tipper nodded. The two men, burglars of long experience, had slipped through the first-floor window at the back of the terrace in the centre of Swansea. Nero remained in the street, straddling a nearby low wall and acting drunk for the benefit of any passers-by. They had arranged for him to sing a drunken chorus of There's an old mill by the stream, Nellie Dean as a danger signal.
“I’ll do my best, Mr Sorbay, I promise. But I’m not much of a singer,” Nero announced, hopping from foot to foot. Sowerbutt grinned: “As long as we don’t get a cats’ chorus with the local strays joining in.”He was not sure what to expect in the house where the Spaniard and his friends were staying. The house had been in darkness since the trio arrived earlier in the evening. With the last smudges of dusk fading, much of the Welsh town was cast in darkness including the police station across the road. Occasional glimmers of light could be seen where blackout curtains moved or were badly fitted. http://www.amazon.co.uk/Colour-Lemon-Surrender-1940-ebook/dp/B008USR7FA
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