Sowerbutt's Team

“Spaghetti is your right-hand man, Jimmy. Such a good operator, what would we do without him? I was always very fond of his Dad, a real charmer. Somebody was saying Spaghetti is getting sweet on Pop’s pretty daughter. I like a nice wedding,” Polly said, watching her man carefully.
“You and your gossip,” Sowerbutt laughed.  http://www.amazon.co.uk/Colour-Lemon-Surrender-1940-ebook/dp/B008USR7FA 

Sowerbutt's Trade

"It’s the Millwall, Mr Sowerbutt sir. A South African tramp, which ran the Jerry U-boats all the way up from Walvis Bay, has just tied up. Tins of fish, thousands of them, crateful after crateful. Pilchards, the labels say. Real tasty, they are. Remember them in the shops before the war? My mate has been put on to do the unloading.
"I promised to get you some good deals, didn’t I, Mr Sowerbutt? Fish will go quick-smart and for a good price."
Sowerbutt said: "Find out from the ship’s mate what is in it for us. You negotiate something, the best deal, eh? And tell your docker friend we’ll pay cash for whatever he and his gang can disappear on the side." http://www.amazon.co.uk/Colour-Lemon-Surrender-1940-ebook/dp/B008USR7FA

Sowerbutt's Party

I’ll have something special organised at Waterloo for the heist, as our American friends say. I’ll be there  and the missus as well, Mr Sowerbutt. I assume you won’t be available to come along and enjoy the fun and games?

Thanks, Dipper, everything sounds under control. Much as I would love to join your party, I’ll be establishing a cast-iron alibi somewhere. http://www.amazon.co.uk/Colour-Lemon-Surrender-1940-ebook/dp/B008USR7FA

Sowerbutt's Luck

What puzzled the sergeant was how Sowerbutt and his former Blackshirt cronies managed to avoid the trip to the Isle of Man and the other emergency internment camps, hurriedly set up after the outbreak of war to detain enemy aliens and sympathisers.
But that was the superintendent’s call, not his. http://www.amazon.co.uk/Colour-Lemon-Surrender-1940-ebook/dp/B008USR7FA

Sowerbutt's Sorrow

Not one for displaying emotion in front of his men, Sowerbutt, who topped the six-foot mark, stretched up to put his arm round One-Line’s shoulders. “Disappear before the stoppers turn up, my friend. No need to tempt fate. Nothing we can do for our dear Shiny now, but he’ll have the best funeral that Poplar has seen in years.”
Words were always a challenge for One-Line. “Those bastard Reds from Stepney, guv?”
“Maybe, maybe not, One-Line,” said Sowerbutt. “On my wife’s grave, someone will pay.”
Descending the narrow stairs, he put his hands to his face. The first member of the Family was lying dead. All of a sudden, the face, which some women called handsome in a rugged way, looked care-worn. http://www.amazon.co.uk/Colour-Lemon-Surrender-1940-ebook/dp/B008USR7FA

Sowerbutt's Knife

He was never without his girl guide clasp-knife, one of the thousands mass-produced by Sheffield cutlery manufacturers for Lord Baden-Powell’s youth movement over the years. Sowerbutt, who had spent a short spell as a sheet metal worker at the Westwood heavy engineering factory in Millwall, had drilled easy-to-flick locks onto the blade and the needle-point stabbing spike, but otherwise there was nothing remarkable about his favourite work tool.
The knife, stamped girl guide in capital letters along its metal case, had escaped countless searches over the years to the fatal cost of some of the searchers. Sowerbutt had palmed it, hidden it, secreted it and pocketed it, but his faithful servant of steel had never once been accused of murder and mayhem. http://www.amazon.co.uk/Colour-Lemon-Surrender-1940-ebook/dp/B008USR7FA

Sowerbutt's Fortune

One more point, Sowerbutt. One of those steel drums was said to contain forged pound notes of various denominations. We calculate a drum of that size would hold many thousands of forged pounds, something we have always feared being used by the Jerries to try and wreck our economy. Rosetta had a bundle of the fivers hidden on her which we’ve confiscated, of course.
“The police say the rest of the notes must have been destroyed in the raid. When they searched the site, there were no banknotes or burnt paper. Piles of ash, but that could have been anything. 
“However, if there were to be any left, if any forged notes were to surface, I don’t want them to make a nuisance of themselves. It would give the old fuddy-duddies in Threadneedle Street a heart attack if they appeared on the open market. Understood?” http://www.amazon.co.uk/Colour-Lemon-Surrender-1940-ebook/dp/B008USR7FA