27. Murderer!
I recoiled and looked again, but it was definitely him. It was Archie Dearlove. Surely my dearest friend had not turned against me as well?
“Archie, what the blazes are you playing at?” I demanded angrily.
He looked back at me bluntly. “I’m not sure how you know my name you despicable criminal, but I can assure you if you use it again I shall make life very difficult for you.” He glanced left and right at the Royal Marines that were standing by us. “In fact if you try anything, these gentlemen will ensure you do not make it to the Kent coast and His Majesty’s Dockyard at Chatham.” He seemed to emphasise the Kent place name. The Dockyard was a stronghold of the Royal Navy. It was like a closed city, locked away and self contained. I didn’t know what game Archie was playing
