Ch. 9‘Has nobody round here got any flamin’ idea where this bloody Irishman might be?’ Agent Bayliss was fit to tear up phone directories in his rage. There was a look of sheer desperation in his eyes.
His rage was directed at DI Jenner. He, in turn, was aching to remind his boss that it was only the previous night that he had been given specific orders to drop all surveillance. He could see no Brownie points being awarded him for that particular observation at this sensitive moment. ‘Perhaps that lot could throw some light on the subject, guv’nor,’ he said. He nodded his head theatrically in the direction of the MI5 buildings, and braced himself for further abuse, only to be pleasantly surprised when none came.
‘You might be right, Ray — in fact you gotta be right. If I can’t manage to
