Sowerbutt's Egg

Polly said: "The repository is a good business. We’re accumulating quite an art collection. You’ll never guess what turned up the other day.” Sowerbutt shrugged his shoulders. “A Faberge egg. Remember the Russian emperor, or whatever he was, had them.”

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Sowerbutt's Shooter

Sowerbutt pushed the barrel of his shooter into McGaskie’s cheek. “Why should I believe a word of your nonsense, McGaskie? You promise this, you promise that. I need information.” His hand connected with McGaskie’s face with a loud smack. 

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Sowerbutt's Tripe

Panda and One-Line were keeping an eye on the day’s activities. Housewives with shopping bags were queuing outside a butcher’s; word had spread like wildfire that he had had an off-ration delivery of dressed tripe.
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Sowerbutt's Supplies

Jack Shakes sipped his coffee. “Ay-yay-yay, where do you get these items from? You are a merchandise magician in these difficult times. I suppose I’d better be nice to you.”

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Sowerbutt's Tailor

The dapper little man with brilliantined hair threw his hands up. “You fancied a coffee. I have two apprentices to chase, orders to do, cloth to buy and deliveries to make. Is my shop a café? Do you see a sign outside, saying Shakes snack bar?” Sowerbutt laughed; he always enjoyed his visits to the tailor’s shop.

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Sowerbutt's Threat

The ex-docker’s eyes narrowed as he pulled a knife from his jacket. “I’ll have you, you dirty bastard. No man paws me. I’ll gut you here and now and dance on your grave.” A deathly hush spread across the bar. 

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Sowerbutt's Fight

Buffalo flung his arm in front of McGaskie as the red-faced bruiser rose from the bar table in the Hospital Tavern. Seconds earlier, McGaskie had kissed his shaved head, spluttering at the taste of surgical spirits. 
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