REALLY DONE A JOB ON HIM, HAVEN’T THEYThe unconscious Jack Palmer lay sprawled on his back across Albert Higginbottom’s cabbages. It was obvious that his beating had been very severe. His face was just a bloody mask, one eye closed, the eye socket crushed, and Yarrow suspected that if Palmer recovered, he would likely be blind in that eye. It was an injury with which Yarrow could sympathise, having been blinded in his left eye as a fighter pilot during the Battle of Britain. Subconsciously he rubbed at the web of scars around the eye.
‘Somebody’s really done a job on him, haven’t they, sir?’ Marcus Harding said with little sympathy for the man who had beaten his wife to death, ‘deserved all he got if you ask me, and I wouldn’t want to be too anxious to find out who did it to him unless it
