Sowerbutt roared with laughter as he and Tipper walked along Savoy Row. “I didn’t realise you found the briefcase, my friend,” he said, holding a white cloth bag that Tipper had
just given him.
“Wasn’t much in it, guv.
Some official-looking papers in
Spanish, a couple of scented hand-written letters and £200 in fivers which are
in my pocket. And the bag.”Sowerbutt peered in the 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 then, guv?”
“You’d say so, old friend. Some cash, some vital information for Brendan Bracken and a small fortune in diamonds. We’ve hit the jackpot.”
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