Up at the bar Norman, who had quietly been reading a copy of the Brentford Mercury, said suddenly, 'Now there's a thing. They looked at each other, dropped the newspaper and fled. The two men did not wait to see what might happen. 'I mean we might tell the police about what we saw it might start an investigation into what is going on in the Mission.' Detective Inspector Cyril Barker said in an exclusive interview with the Brentford Mercury that he expected to make an early arrest".' 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. 'Here it is,' said Jim, '"Wheelbarrow Clue in Double Slaying. Before him a monstrous heap of such peelings spoke most fluently of the restricted diet upon which the two were at present subsisting. Omally was not listening, he was peeling a potato. 'Where do you get this "we" from? It was your wheelbarrow.' 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. Whitney Houston - How Will I Know - 4:34. 'Where you have been for the last two days, in my bloody allotment shed.' Whitney Houston - I Wanna Dance With Somebody Who Loves Me - 4:50. You must give yourself up, John, claim diminished responsibility, I will gladly back you up on that.' 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. Up at the bar Norman, who had quietly been reading a copy of the Brentford Mercury, said suddenly, 'Now there's a thing.' 'But there isn't a photograph of the wheelbarrow?' 'I was just talking about that to Pooley,' said Neville, gesturing towards Jim's table. Jim took one of these and rattled the letterbox in a perfect impression of a man dropping pennies into it. 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. Ah yes, that is the life.īut 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. At night a time for reverie about the crackling campfire, the sweet smell of mossy peat and pine needles. In harmony with the Arcadian Spirits of olden Earth. Birdsong swelling at dawn to fill the ears. Days in sylvan glades watching the sunshine dancing between the leaves and dazzling the eyes. An opportunity to get away from it all and commune with nature. The old nights under canvas, the wind in your hair and fresh air in your lungs.
There are many pleasures to be had in camping out. 'I can only counsel caution and the maintaining of the now legendary low profile.'
'But "early arrest", what do you think that means?'
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