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

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

'What's that,' asked Neville.

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

'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.'

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

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

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

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.'

'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.'

'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.'

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

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

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

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?'

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

'Here it is,' said Jim, '"Wheelbarrow Clue in Double Slaying. Chiswick Police leading an investigation into the matter of the two bodies found on the foreshore upon the fall of the Thames last week believe that they now have a lead regarding the owner of the wheelbarrow discovered at the scene of the crime. Detective Inspector Cyril Barker said in an exclusive interview with the Brentford Mercury that he expected to make an early arrest".'

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.

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

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

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

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

'Is that it?' Omally asked.

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