to the street where the Blue Dog stood at the corner. He was not surprised to see two of Ebbuttâs scouts standing at the door of the big gymnasium behind the pub, a wooden building with a corrugated iron roof.
The men waved, and one came hurrying. Rollison slowed down.
âMr. Ebbutt would like a word wiv you, Mr. Ar.â
âThanks,â said Rollison, and got out and lit another cigarette. It was a little after half past three; less than two and a half hours since he had first stepped into the Blue Dog. One of the astonishing things was the speed of events. The attempt to run him down; the swift decision to act upon a womanâs charge of murder; the shearing of Leah Sampsonâs hair; and the despoliation of the Rolls-Bentley. All of these things helped to create in him a cold anger which he could not throw off; so his greeting for Bill Ebbutt was not so bright as it might have been.
âWant me, Bill?â
âYes, Mr. Ar,â said Ebbutt, panting a little because he had been hurrying. He looked almost an old man. âYouâve been warned plenty âavenât you? They nearly tore your guts out down at the corner.â
âBut they didnât touch me, Bill.â
Ebbutt was as earnest as a man could be, and his big, ugly face was a study in solemnity.
âYou got away with that, Mr. Ar, but take it from me you wonât get away with any more unless you take a bodyguard with you.â
âThanks, Bill.â
âOoâjer want?â
âNot yet,â said Rollison, with a grin which wasnât quite spontaneous. âIf I go around with two of your chaps on my tail, Wallis and Clay will have scored a moral victory. Iâd like to borrow a cosh if youâve any left among the relics.â Now the spontaneity was back. âWe donât want them to have any moral victories, do we? Iâll tell you if I reach the point where Iâll feel safer with two of your muscle-men behind me. How about that cosh?â
âIâll get it,â promised Ebbutt, and was gone only a few minutes. When he came back, he handed Rollison a shiny black cosh, pliable and soft, and weighted with lead shot. âIf I was goinâ to Wallisâs place, Iâd take a knuckleduster, youâll never make an impression on âim or Clayâs thick skulls wiv a cosh. Mr. Ar, be sensible, and change your mind,â he pleaded. âThis job ainât worth getting yourself in âospital for.â
âIâm not a bit sure that youâre right,â said Rollison, and gripped the manâs thick forearm. âBill, it isnât so long since you and your chaps ran into a lot of trouble in a job like this. Iâm going to try to keep them out of this one if I can.â
âWell, I ought to know better than try to make you change your mind,â Ebbutt conceded unwillingly, âbut weâd rally round, Mr. Ar. And you canât say I didnât warn you.â
His face was set and bleak as he watched Rollison drive off.
One of the scouts came up, and asked: âWhereâd you fink âeâs orf to?â
âItâs anybodyâs guess,â said Ebbutt, âbut from the look in âis eyes âeâs aht for trouble. Wouldnât surprise me to learn âeâs gone to see Wallis and Clay.â
The scout almost winced.
âHe wouldnât be so crazy!â
âYou donât know Mr. Richard Rollison,â said Ebbutt, and a glimmer of a smile came into his eyes. âYou donât know Mr. Ruddy Torf, you donât. That man would take on the whole Russian Army if he thought it worth a try.â
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Chapter Eight
Bad Manâs Wife
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It was one of a few short streets in the district. The terraced houses on either side had been built some fifty or sixty years ago for the foremen, office managers and all the better paid workers of dockland; a kind
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