LIKE A DOG SHAKING OFF WATER‘Jack Palmer? Yes, he was here, kicking up a fuss about getting a drink on the slate, but he’s been a good, well, let’s say regular customer here,’ Billy Weddall, the landlord of the Dog and Duck, his copious belly straining the fabric of his waistband, replied when asked by Yarrow. ‘He’s not my favourite customer, mind, don’t like the man, but he puts money in the till, and rather than have him create trouble, I let him have two or three pints on the slate, and to be fair to the man, he generally settles up when asked. s**t, let’s face it, there hardly a man in this pub who doesn’t find himself a bit short towards the end of the week, and I’d rather they owed the money here than they go elsewhere.’
‘What time was this?’ Harding asked.
‘Hard to say,’ Weddall a
