“I say, old boy,
what are all these newspaper parcels? Not explosives,” the slight military man
asked.
Sowerbutt nodded
at a couple of Cocker’s cousins who had just walked into the bar. “Nothing you need to concern yourself about. Just helping to feed the hungry
families of the East End. No-one else seems to care.” Sowerbutt was
looking forward to a roast duck dinner.
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