THIRTY-TWO
‘Jack, you follow after we’ve all gone down.
‘Why, Jimbo?’
‘Well for one, you said it would be slippery, and two because I said so.’
‘And three?’
‘I never said three, but now you mention it, I don’t want to face Mandy if you get hurt.’
‘You’re a cowardy custard, Jimbo, frightened of a girl.’
‘Jack, do as he says.’
‘Righto Della, just sayin’ that’s all,’ and Jack pressed the code and the steel door opened silently and a foul-smelling draft immediately hit their nostrils.
‘You were right Jack, it is slimy, and don’t ‘arf pen and ink,’ Della said, nasally, warning the team to pinch their fireman’s hoses.
Jack poked his head into the steep sloping tunnel, ‘Yeah it is slimy but I just farted, I think that could be what you can smell?'
‘Oh righto, Jack,’ Della said, as she
