SixLondon, two or three days later
'Went down like a stripper-gram at the Pope's birthday party. You know, lots of deathly silence.'
CHARLIE EMERGES FROM THE UNDERGROUD STATION, turning up his collar against the sharp drizzly wind. Head down the walks purposefully down the road, suitcase in hand, a clear destination in mind.
The Hartshorn Road housing estate in east London had been built in the 1930's ' by the Adamson Trust, a charitable Quaker housing association, and housed some 800 families in seven 6 storey brick built blocks of flats. It was early evening and already dark as Charlie climbed the stairs to the second level and along the dimly lit external corridor to number 241 Hanson House and knocks on the door. He can hear the television playing, the closing theme for a popular so
