Conrad made quick work of the final opponent. He had been bitterly disappointed with the choice of combatants for the evening, the last being the worst. In less than three strikes the man lay out cold on the canvas. To make matters worse he hadn’t even been paying that much attention although he had seen Ella walk down to the bar. When the cage door opened Mavis was at the front of the crowd jumping up and down. She handed him his jacket and followed close behind, the crowd parting like the Dead Sea so he could pass.
Mavis ran off to the back room to hand in the box around her neck and to his surprise he found both Ella and, unsurprisingly, Origen slumped over the bar. There were three bottles of
