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The words were drowned by the scream of a police-car siren. Driven at high speed, the car came through the red lights at the bottom of Haling Road, roared past them and screeched to a standstill a hundred yards further on, outside the Flying Swan. A plainclothes detective and three burly constables leapt from the vehicle and swept into the saloon bar.

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

'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.'

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

The words were drowned by the scream of a police-car siren. Driven at high speed, the car came through the red lights at the bottom of Haling Road, roared past them and screeched to a standstill a hundred yards further on, outside the Flying Swan. A plainclothes detective and three burly constables leapt from the vehicle and swept into the saloon bar.

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

'I mean we might tell the police about what we saw; it might start an investigation into what is going on in the Mission.'

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

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

'I have no other suggestions,' said Jim. 'I can only counsel caution and the maintaining of the now legendary low profile.'

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

'I mean we might tell the police about what we saw; it might start an investigation into what is going on in the Mission.'

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