Sowerbutt's Burial

“Why Weybourne again?” Lee Gerard asked.

Sowerbutt grinned. “We’re burying you. Thought you might like to be there.”

“A new experience,” Gerard laughed. “I knew I’d enjoy working for the Englishers.”

“John’s theory is that it’s a face-saving exercise that Hamburg will believe. They’d assume we know something of your activities, but we can’t find you. So we’re pretending you are dead. That confirms we don’t know about your wireless broadcasts which in turn strengthens your position."
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Sowerbutt's Words

Sowerbutt smiled. “A bloke was refusing to give me some information. I told him his choice was to die and that was a certainty. I had a Smith & Wesson pointed at his head. Or cooperate and take his chances in the future with the bloke he was scared of.”

Lee Gerard nodded: “You have a way with words, Mr Sorbay. What did your friend do?”

“He cooperated."
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Sowerbutt's Question

“John is waiting to be convinced that you are on our side, that he can trust you. We are both carrying, as you know. We wouldn’t be if we were friends," Sowerbutt said.

Sowerbutt paused, remembering what the slight military man had instructed him to say. “Your brother executed as well. It’s up to you.”

Gerard grimaced: “I’m not convinced you are going to win, Mr Sorbay. I know about a new life in Canada or a farm here for my brother and I. But the many sympathisers in the United States or here would hunt us down.”

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Sowerbutt's Name

Sowerbutt nodded: “Lee Gerard, a smart new name. So similar to the old one that there’s no hesitation. Signature will be the same too?”

The German smiled: “Your John is a very clever man. A hard man, he still won’t let me see my baby brother.”

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Sowerbutt's Silence

Sowerbutt pulled Nero behind a brick wall, near the British Thomson-Houston testing shed in Lutterworth. The shriek from the shed had almost knocked the two men off their feet. “Hardly hear yourself think with that racket. How do people round here sleep? Country will go deaf if this lot ever gets going.”

Nero grinned: “They call it the Silent Noise, Mr Sorbay. But that’s about all they’ll say. It’s very hush-hush.”

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Sowerbutt's Offer

“Why don’t we go into business together, senor? Lots of shortages and a big black market in London.”

Sowerbutt looked surprised: “And leave John, he wouldn’t be very happy. Room service in the Tower of London is not the best.”

Rosetta's eyes flashed: “I’m so bored, senor. Baby-sitting a spoilt rich boy who deserves a bullet, not an Iron Cross. My big excitement of the day is pedalling around a sleepy little village, where nothing has happened in a hundred years.”

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Sowerbutt's Mistake

Rosetta pressed home her advantage. “You are growing slack, senor. I walk in and you didn’t see me. We are in a back pool, back water, but you should not relax. Is that not so?”

Sowerbutt poured a couple of glasses of Old Bushmills. “You are working with John, no doubt. But indulge an old friend, how did you find us? John would not have said. Left hand, right hand, he’s never even introduced his hands to each other.”

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