Cordover waited until he heard the footsteps leave the doorway on his left. He thought: This is damned funny. It's almost like a procession.
The man who was following O'Mara knew his business. Aided by the darkness he kept fairly close to his prey, walking on the inner side of the pavement by the edge of the houses. He varied the tempo of his steps from time to time. He was well trained.
Now O'Mara began to increase his pace a little. He walked across Berkeley Square into Charles Street. The street was quiet and deserted. O'Mara crossed the road, turned into Queen Street, turned again, entered a Mews.
Cordover heard the footsteps in front of him quicken. He thought: You bloody fool... this is where you try it! He imagined the man in front putting his hand in his pocket, gripping the pis
