TWENTY-SIX
‘Can I really do that?’
‘General, my old China-plate, you’ve been done up like a kipper, very cleverly snared. Your sense of duty has been abused, but as you said yourself the other day, “You’re f****d if you do and f****d if you don’t”, so let’s go out farting, eh?’
The General nodded, looked like he wanted to pace the floor and was sure he never said “f****d or farting”. Jack gave him his hand and helped him up. They both went to the window, Jack waiting for the General to meet him there, and steady himself. ‘Don’t tell anyone,’ Jack said, ‘and react surprised at seeing Len and me turning up tomorrow. Invite us to join you as a natural course of events, a senior police officer and a West End, London, Solicitor. Make it as natural as you can, and leave the rest to me. I want
