Sowerbutt roared with laughter as he and Tipper walked along Savoy Row. “I didn’t realise you found the briefcase, my friend,” he said.
“Wasn’t much in it, guv. Some official-looking papers in Spanish, a couple of scented handwritten letters and £200 in fivers which are in my pocket. And the bag.”
Sowerbutt peered into the small bag and put it into his jacket. “So that’s his game - smuggling in industrial diamonds. Probably flown in from Brazil on the Ala Littoria flights. These will be worth a few bob, Tipper. I know a couple of factories that could put them to good use.”“A worthwhile visit, guv?”
“You’d say so, old friend. Cash, some vital information for Brendan Bracken and a small fortune in diamonds. We’ve hit the jackpot.”
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