Plain Soldiers
When Sheila awoke in the morning Dicky was not in his bedroom nor anywhere else in the house. His car had arrived a few hours previously taking him back to London and number thirty-nine Lavington Street, the address where Barrington had been escorted. On finding some books and papers left untidily lying beside his crumpled, discarded blanket on the floor of his office, she silently mouthed her disapproval of the hours that his department demanded from her husband, then loudly proclaimed, “I wish you would change jobs, you"ll live longer if you do.” The housekeeper turned in surprise. “Do you mean me, Madam?” she asked.
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When I left Weilham"s office I considered trying to trace my "k********g" van"s route on foot, but quickly abandoned the idea as it would have been a
