The two men were sitting at the table in the Cheapside flat. Sowerbutt had insisted on covering it with layers of newspapers, “otherwise I’m a dead man. She will kill me if it is marked”.
Spaghetti had a pot of heavy-duty engine grease in front of him and was slowly rubbing it into his wooden cosh. Sowerbutt was cleaning his Smith & Wesson.“That stuff stinks, Spaghetti, why do you always use it?” “An old boy down at the East India Docks, guv, gave me the tip. He used to tell me stories about the fights in the old days to get jobs. His length served him all his time, he still had it when we used to chat. The ones belonging to the other dockers would splinter on a dustbin lid or an iron bar.”
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