“Money, dear boy, money,” Churchill exclaimed. “We need the riches of Croesus
to win this war. Gold or greenbacks, not bullets.We suffer from Old Mother Hubbard’s
misfortune, our cupboard is bare.”
Putting the telephone back on the receiver, he felt a cold shiver run
up his spine. Pulling his Smith and Wesson from the holster, he spun around to
face the open door of his office.
“The Russian bought a round, they started chatting. McGaskie burst out crying. Dear, oh dear. He put on
a great display, sobbing and waving his hands, then quietened down and they
carried on chatting."
“Sorbay,” he said, frowning as he heard coins
dropping. Who would be calling him from a public phone box? Something serious,
an emergency. He grabbed his shoulder holster from the back of a
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The colonnello helped himself
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"We came back from Bozburun overnight, but we landed at Faliraki to
avoid any difficulties. I’ve only just got back. The taxis are willing, but
petrol is scarce. They tell me they are going to run them on wood
gas, Heaven forbid.”
The colonnello glanced at the Cartier watch that
he had bought at one of the stalls in Socratous Street for a
handful of the US dollars that he had brought over in his luggage. His contact
should be with him soon.
Jack Shakes sipped his coffee. “Ay-yay-yay, where do you get
these items from, Mr Sorbay? You are a merchandise magician in these difficult times. I’d better be nice to you.”
Buffalo
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“Sorbay,”
Churchill said, sipping his Hine. “Splendid fellow, always gets things done. We
need a clean sweep through Harker’s MI5 of madness and mayhem. Is Sorbay our
man?”
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The army hut was the same as all of the others that housed
the Royal Norfolks at Weybourne camp on the county’s remote north coast.
But it was kept locked and was strictly off-limits.
“Personally,
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