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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.

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

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

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

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

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

'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".'

'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.'

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 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.'

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

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

'Is that it?' Omally asked.

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

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

'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.'

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

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

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

But naught, however, remained to signal that either Jim Pooley or John Omally had ever been there, naught but for two half-consumed pints of Large going warm upon the table and a saloon-bar door which swung quietly to and fro upon its hinge.

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

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

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

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