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Sir Richard Blythe-Smith had one eye on the club"s dining room clock and the other one fixed firmly on his quarry; Barrington Trenchard. He deduced that neither were making his life any the easier.
“I would have thought that a security van raid in the West End was low grade material for you to spend much time on, Dicky. How did you hear of that?” Barrington asked, noticing Dicky"s glance at the clock and hoping that his tormentor would soon run out of time and give up the chase.
“I got the details from Archie. We did not meet to discuss old acquaintances and rumours of a homosexual liaison you may or may not have played a role in. The man your DC West shot was on General John"s books. He told Archie who in turn got fairly perturbed by it all, even more so when he smelled Jack in t
