The
pasty-faced man watched the Webley revolver being waved around in front of his
face; his cold grey eyes showing no emotion. “How do we know you’re from
Dublin, Mr Courier,” Tommy Cahill snapped. “You want to lead us into a trap for
your Special Branch mates. Or are you from one of the factions, trying to score
points with the blood of your comrades?” Turning
to Pat and the Beanpole, Cahill said: “What do you think,
boys? Shoot him and dump him on a bomb site. Nobody will be any the wiser, no
English police around these days to investigate. Just another victim of the Blitz.”
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