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Ornally shook his head. 'Police stations are bad places to break into, this is well known.'

Up at the bar Norman, who had quietly been reading a copy of the Brentford Mercury, said suddenly, 'Now there's a thing.'

'Is that it?' Omally asked.

'I don't think the Professor would appreciate that, it might interfere with his plans. Also the police might claim conspiracy because we didn't come forward earlier.'

'We?' said Pooley. 'Where do you get this "we" from? It was your wheelbarrow.'

'But there isn't a photograph of the wheelbarrow?'

Norman's shop was closed for the half day and a few copies of the midweek Mercury still remained in the wire rack to the front door. Jim took one of these and rattled the letterbox in a perfect impression of a man dropping pennies into it. He and Omally thumbed through the pages.

'Yes, I can't see the Mercury's ace reporter getting the journalist of the year award for it.'

'I was just talking about that to Pooley,' said Neville, gesturing towards Jim's table.

'No, either the reporter had no film in his Brownie or the police didn't think it necessary.'

'We might simply make a clean breast of it,' said John.

Pooley groaned anew. 'I was having such a beautiful dream. I can't go on here,' he moaned, 'I can't live out my days a fugitive in an allotment shed, I wish Archroy had never rebuilt it. You must give yourself up, John, claim diminished responsibility, I will gladly back you up on that.'

Up at the bar Norman, who had quietly been reading a copy of the Brentford Mercury, said suddenly, 'Now there's a thing.'

Norman's shop was closed for the half day and a few copies of the midweek Mercury still remained in the wire rack to the front door. Jim took one of these and rattled the letterbox in a perfect impression of a man dropping pennies into it. He and Omally thumbed through the pages.

Up at the bar Norman, who had quietly been reading a copy of the Brentford Mercury, said suddenly, 'Now there's a thing.'

'I was just talking about that to Pooley,' said Neville, gesturing towards Jim's table.

'We?' said Pooley. 'Where do you get this "we" from? It was your wheelbarrow.'

Norman's shop was closed for the half day and a few copies of the midweek Mercury still remained in the wire rack to the front door. Jim took one of these and rattled the letterbox in a perfect impression of a man dropping pennies into it. He and Omally thumbed through the pages.

'I was just talking about that to Pooley,' said Neville, gesturing towards Jim's table.

'I don't think the Professor would appreciate that, it might interfere with his plans. Also the police might claim conspiracy because we didn't come forward earlier.'

'But "early arrest", what do you think that means?'

Norman prodded at his paper. 'Wheelbarrow clue in double slaying.'

'I don't think the Professor would appreciate that, it might interfere with his plans. Also the police might claim conspiracy because we didn't come forward earlier.'

'No, either the reporter had no film in his Brownie or the police didn't think it necessary.'

'Where you have been for the last two days, in my bloody allotment shed.'

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