She said: “Yes? I’m glad to hear it.”
The police came into the bar. Nobody moved. It seemed as if the habitués had experienced raids before.
The sub-inspector said: “There’s no need to get excited. Names and addresses please. Take it easy.”
Behind him, four stolid, helmeted policemen regarded the occupants of the bar in very much the same way as they would have regarded prize cattle.
The girl slipped off the seat. She moved over to the inspector. She said: “Look, what is this? What are you knocking this dump off for? It’s in drinking hours—it ain’t even after time. What’s the story?”
He was very polite. He said: “I just do what I’m told, miss. If I knew I’d probably be the Chief Commissioner.”
The girl went away. She disappeared into the far room. Berg finished his drink. He moved to
