Spaghetti shouted. “Guv, that’s the plate I saw, outside the Cathedral. Stop
the van, Nero.” As the two men ran back towards St Paul's magnificent
entrance, they could see the taxi was empty, its flag still down. Sowerbutt
suddenly stopped. “Dear God,
Spaghetti. They are after St Paul’s. Remember what Vershinin’s mate said before
he was shot.'God’s curse on you. His
church will come tumbling down'."
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