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Putting paid to Chu would be difficult. I couldn’t think how I would be able to get him to accept food or drink from me, laced with my favourite sedative. I decided I had no alternative other than to use a blunt instrument to stun him.
Then there was the problem of getting him out of his shop and into a car. How would I achieve that without being seen? People were on the lookout for men in flat caps and overalls these days, albeit younger men than me.
I wandered up and down the street where Chu had his medicine shop, and discovered that there was a narrow alley at the back. High walls divided the plots of land owned by every set of business premises from the plot owned by its neighbours. When Chu parked on his plot, which he did every day, he couldn’t be seen by the people next door
