“Come in, Missionary. What’s
happening?” Sowerbutt said. The young man looked awkward.
“The Honourable Algernon. He’s a spoilt rich boy, nasty piece of
work. Don’t know where he gets his money from, guv, but he’s got a lot of it,
according to Sal. He’s given her a couple of quid, trying to draw her in.” “What’s he after, apart from
the obvious?” Sowerbutt said, sipping his tea. “Said he’d give her good money for him to cane
her. He tried it on with one of the village girls and had to hand a handful of
notes over to her Dad to avoid a good thumping.”
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Sowerbutt's Scones
John waved to the blonde
manageress of the Lyons Corner House. “Mavis, this is Mr Bracken who works for the Prime Minister. Thank
you so much for our tea and fresh scones.” “Oh sir, anything I can do to
help,” the blonde woman curtsied. “Mr Churchill is a wonderful man. My uncle in
Stepney died in the bombing. Mr Churchill, bless him, put his arm round my Mum
and said the whole of Britain was thinking of her. It meant so much to her.”
Monday, 24 November 2014
Sowerbutt's Message
“Did well with
the Ghost’s wireless message last week, John. Just had a signal from our
Admiral Andy - Cunningham - that the Eyetie ships went off in the
wrong direction and a couple of ours got through to Piraeus with vital supplies
for the brave Greek Army,” Bracken said. “Thank you, sir,”
the slight military man smiled. “Tricky game, keeping the enemy fooled. Can’t
burn your bridges on one operation, no matter how important, or you’ll
jeopardise the next.”
Sowerbutt's Scandal
The King slammed his hand on the desk. “Our b-brothers. Cannot keep it buttoned up, don’t you know. David
with his married women and George with any available lady. Socialites,
charladies, even a damn master’s wife at Osborne. What is it, Winston, the
curse of the House of Windsor. After David’s fun and games, another public
scandal could bring down our throne.”
Sowerbutt's Photographs
The King put his
head in his hands. “Dear David. What has our b-brother done now? We thought he
was safe on the other side of the Atlantic.” Churchill shook
his head. “No Sire, not the Duke of Windsor. His Royal Highness, the
Duke of Kent.” He opened a
buff folder containing two photographs. Eyes widening in amazement, the King got to his feet. As if in a trance,
he gulped his brandy and refilled his
glass. “What in God’s name does George think he is doing with this
American woman? Always these bloody Americans. What’s her damn name, Preston,
Kiki Preston, isn’t it. Who is this other naked chap? Some Jerry spy, we
should n’t wonder.”
Sunday, 23 November 2014
Sowerbutt's Set-Up
"Nero and I made it over to Whitechapel just in
time. Lot of stoppers and reservists there. Some went round the back and Sergeant Le Clay kicked the front door in. Lot of shouting and a right kerfuffle. We waited for
half an hour or so. Then McGaskie and the old couple who
live in the house - pair of
long-time Reds - were brought
out in handcuffs and pushed into a police van. One stopper brought out a gun - Nagant, we saw it in his bedroom. Another stopper came out carrying a kitchen tray, would you believe. A
small paper bag and a pill box on it; that’s what we left the white stuff in."
Sowerbutt's Bracelet
Sowerbutt pulled a small box from his jacket pocket, he had
visited his jeweller friend in Paddington before just making the train at Kings
Cross. Polly’s eyes
widened. “A silver filigree and mesh bracelet, Jimmy? And
these are real diamonds. It must have cost you an absolute fortune.” Polly stood in
the middle of the lounge room, tears running down
her cheeks. Sowerbutt would never understand women. “You like it, you don’t like it. I
can change it.” “Of course, I like it, you
big oaf. I love it,” Polly beamed through her tears.
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