6: Soft-Pedal For Callaghan
IT was twenty minutes to seven when Callaghan left Scotland Yard. He hailed a taxi by the Cenotaph and told the man to drive to Piccadilly Circus. He went downstairs into the subway and telephoned Darkie.
'Listen, Darkie,' he said. 'Directly I've done talkin' to you I'm goin' over to the post office an' I'm puttin' one hundred pounds— ten tenners— in an envelope and registerin' it to you. Got that? All right. Did you get in touch with that feller Ribbenhall, or whatever his name is?'
'Yes, guv,' said Darkie. 'His name's Revenholt. He's at home now standin' by in case you want to talk to him. His number's Mayfair 55463.'
'All right.' Callaghan made a note of the number on the edge of the telephone directory. 'Well, I'm goin' to ring him up in a minute. I'm go
