A sudden rustling
had both men crouching, their revolvers drawn. “Rats,” murmured Panda, peering
at two fat specimens scurrying along a wall. Spaghetti whispered: “We’ll check out the ground floor and unbolt the
side door and slip out if we can pick the lock. They’ll think it’s local lads
on the scrounge if they notice.”
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