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

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

'Is that it?' Omally asked.

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

'Is that it?' Omally asked.

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

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

Omally was not listening, he was peeling a potato. Before him a monstrous heap of such peelings spoke most fluently of the restricted diet upon which the two were at present subsisting. 'It is spud for breakfast,' said he.

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

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

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

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.'

'What's that,' asked Neville.

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

Omally awoke with a start, something was pressing firmly into his throat and stopping his breath. 'Ow, ooh, get off, get off.' These imprecations were directed towards Jim Pooley, whose oversized boot had come snugly to rest beneath Omally's chin. 'Will you get off I say?'

Pooley jerked himself awake. 'Where am I?' he groaned.

'Is that it?' Omally asked.

Omally awoke with a start, something was pressing firmly into his throat and stopping his breath. 'Ow, ooh, get off, get off.' These imprecations were directed towards Jim Pooley, whose oversized boot had come snugly to rest beneath Omally's chin. 'Will you get off I say?'

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

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

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

Omally awoke with a start, something was pressing firmly into his throat and stopping his breath. 'Ow, ooh, get off, get off.' These imprecations were directed towards Jim Pooley, whose oversized boot had come snugly to rest beneath Omally's chin. 'Will you get off I say?'

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

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

'What's that,' asked Neville.

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