The
soldier struggled: “What’s all this about? A robbery? I’m a soldier,
I’ve only got a few coppers.”
Spaghetti
smiled: “No fibs, son. You’re Mr Riba’s apprentice and
you’re just helping out with a bit of storage.” “How
do you know that? You’re not stoppers, are you?” “No,
son. We’re thieves and we’re taking what’s in your bag.” “Blimey,
just my luck. Once I heard Mr Riba had died, I thought I’d make a few quid from
the stones, scarper and hide up somewhere for the duration. I’ve had enough of
this army lark.”
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