Sowerbutt's Vision

“You recognise me despite the make-up, senor," Rosetta said. "I shed my clothes, but taking off the make-up is too much trouble.”

Sowerbutt grinned: “I’m pleased you shed your clothes, otherwise I wouldn’t have recognised you. Your disguise is very good.”

“Tsk, tsk, senor. You talk about taking off my clothes, I recall you had a lady?”

Sowerbutt kept a straight face, he suddenly had a vision of Polly hurling phone books and shoes at him.

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Sowerbutt's Shock

For once, Sowerbutt was speechless. A dowdy, middle-aged woman wearing gold-rimmed glasses was standing by the table inside the farmhouse. Nobody had spotted the intruder. Before his hand could stretch inside his leather jacket for his Webley, his jaw dropped further. The woman pulled off her shapeless beret and shook out her long raven hair. It couldn’t be, this woman was too old. She watched him as she threw off her padded raincoat, revealing a shapely figure. It was Rosetta.

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Sowerbutt's Blow

The slight military man puffed his corona. “I remembered something I wrote nearly four years ago during the Spanish war. I had the file pulled to jog my memory. I was around when Durruti, the Anarchist, was shot dead in Madrid at the end of ’36. The Anarchists claimed it was a sniper’s bullet - yes, it was. But no ordinary sniper, it was the Ghost. He laid several trails. Durruti would be killed at his home, his mistress’s brother was after him and so on. The Ghost also put out the story that the Nationalists were targeting Durruti in the fighting. And that’s where he died - a double bluff.

“He’s like a champion boxer, Sorbay. Feint, feint, feint, then when the opponent is distracted, the knock-out. You never know which of his feints is the real blow until the end."

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Sowerbutt's Clue

The slight military man said: “The Ghost did leave one clue, Anglo-American technology was the phrase. We think it may be aircraft engines where we are developing a version which will travel at very high speeds.

“This is top secret, Sorbay. You should be signing the Official Secrets Act.”

“And killing one man would make a difference?” Sowerbutt said.

The slight military man puffed his corona. “Yes, it would."
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Sowerbutt's Visitor

“Here’s a sight for sore eyes, guv.” Spaghetti said.

Sowerbutt picked up the Webley pistol on the kitchen table and moved across to the window.

“No, it’s alright, guv. No trouble. Come and have a laugh, lads, don’t miss this one.”

One-Line, Missionary, Panda and Nero moved over to the windows. As laughter broke out, Sowerbutt whispered to Spaghetti: “Trouble, he wouldn’t be here otherwise.”

The red-faced man, wearing a fading Gieves suit and cap, came to a halt on his heavy ladies’ bike and glared at the line-up outside the farmhouse, beside themselves laughing and waving. 

The slight military man dropped the bike, pulled off his bike clips and stalked towards the farmhouse. Brushing his thinning hair back with his hand, he snapped: “A word, Sorbay, if you can spare a moment.”

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Sowerbutt's Ouster

Madame Komarovski spat in the teacher’s face. “You stupid man. Sorbay will slice and dice you and your bits will go in The River. You interfere with his business, you are a dead man.”

McGaskie's high-pitch giggle filled the bar. “I think not, my dear. Your hero has fled the Smoke, miserable tail between his legs. I’m in charge now, this is my kingdom.”

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Sowerbutt's Enemy

“The Fascist filth shall abase themselves before me,” McGaskie said. Chin and chest stuck out, he told his audience of one: “They will beg for mercy and crawl on their bellies to my feet. I will forgive them and anoint them as true sons of the proletariat. We shall make membership of the Party compulsory; our branch will be the biggest in England.”

His eyes narrowed as he noticed his companion had started sobbing again. “Stop snivelling, Peregrine. We are the vanguard of the revolution. You must relax more, the capitalist war is getting to you.”

He paused and threw his arms out wide; for a moment he struggled to keep his balance. “We’ll take over Sorbay’s brothel, that’s what we will do. It will cheer you up, stop you snivelling. You can have a woman, you’ll like that. It will do you good. Why didn’t I think of that before? He’s fled our brave city, we’ll take over his larders too and make lots of money. We’ll be rich, I have such brilliant ideas.”

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