![]() 'I mean we might tell the police about what we saw it might start an investigation into what is going on in the Mission.' 'Police stations are bad places to break into, this is well known.' 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. 'But there isn't a photograph of the wheelbarrow?' They looked at each other, dropped the newspaper and fled. The two men did not wait to see what might happen. 'Yes, I can't see the Mercury's ace reporter getting the journalist of the year award for it.' 'We might simply make a clean breast of it,' said John. ![]() ![]() 'I can only counsel caution and the maintaining of the now legendary low profile.'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. A plainclothes detective and three burly constables leapt from the vehicle and swept into the saloon bar. Driven at high speed, the car came through the red lights at the bottom of Haling Road, roared past them and screeched to a standstill a hundred yards further on, outside the Flying Swan. The words were drowned by the scream of a police-car siren. ![]()
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