It had been three days since the raid. Connery was worried, Lundy was drunk. As a rule, Lundy didn"t get drunk, and Connery was afraid he"d do something crazy. There was a tap at the door; with a pistol in hand, Connery went to answer it. Through a peek hole mounted in the wall parallel to the door, he could see Purvis who looked anxious as he waited with a sack in his hand. Connery opened the door and let him in.
“When I heard you got away, I figured you"d come here. I brought you some food and a couple of bottles.”
“Put them on the table. Come talk to us.”
Purvis pulled up a chair nodding to Lundy, “John.”
Lundy glared at him, opened a bottle sitting on the table and took a long drink. Purvis didn"t like what he was seeing.
“What have you heard?” asked Connery.
“Eleven men, it was
