Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
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<strong>Raisins</strong> <strong>and</strong> Almonds 1<br />
‘But if you see a bloke who’s pale <strong>and</strong> shaking, son,’ Bert’s father<br />
had instructed, ‘then run like blazes, because he might flamin’<br />
kill you.’ Bert watched with interest, hoping that he would not<br />
have to interfere.<br />
Without any preparation or parley, the soldier walked up to<br />
the big man <strong>and</strong> hit him matter-of-factly on the point of the<br />
chin. A beautiful punch, thought Bert. Perfectly placed, delivered<br />
with just the right amount of force <strong>and</strong> exactly what was needed<br />
to restore the peace of the Albion. Mr. Alderton was jarred off<br />
his heels <strong>and</strong> went down with a crash.<br />
‘Silly coot,’ someone remarked.<br />
‘That’s our man,’ said Bert to Cec.<br />
‘What do you want to do?’<br />
‘I reckon that the barman is about to assist Mr. Alderton into<br />
the street. Perhaps we can do it for him,’ said Bert.<br />
No one commented as they shouldered through the crowd,<br />
lifted Mr. Alderton by the heels <strong>and</strong> shoulders, <strong>and</strong> carried him<br />
out. The barman opened the door for them.<br />
‘What are you goin’ ter do with him?’ he asked, curiously.<br />
‘Sell him to the white slave trade,’ grunted Bert, manoeuvring<br />
the body down the worn front steps.<br />
‘Well, I hope you get a good price for damaged goods,’ said<br />
the barman. ‘Don’t bring him back, will yer?’ he added, <strong>and</strong><br />
closed the door.<br />
Bert <strong>and</strong> Cec placed Mr. Alderton gently on the cobbles of the<br />
lane next to the hotel. The man was already beginning to stir <strong>and</strong><br />
groan. Bert knew that he was also about to throw up. This looked<br />
like a good place to do it in—the lane had a suitable gutter running<br />
down the middle of it <strong>and</strong> water was available from a nearby tap.<br />
‘We want you to answer some questions,’ he said.<br />
‘Jus’ go away <strong>and</strong> let me die,’ groaned the patient.<br />
‘Not yet,’ said Bert. ‘You get to die later. There might be a<br />
quid in it,’ he hinted. One bloodshot eye peeled open.<br />
‘How much?’<br />
An unpleasant interlude followed. The ex-driver was in such<br />
a bad way that Cec was forced to go into the pub <strong>and</strong> buy a hip