Eighteen
They had made their way up the washed coastline and over a small rise of scrubland before Herbert checked the directions again and continued towards a large cluster of lights ahead.
‘The pub isn’t quite a half mile away, Ben.’
‘Splendid. I do work up a thirst when I travel nearly a thousand miles an hour. Can you dowse for the answer as to how we’ll pay for anything?’
Herbert dropped his hands to his sides. ‘That’s going to be a pickle, isn’t it?’ he said.
‘Yes, it is, Herbert . . . Do you want a joint before we try our luck?’
Half an hour later took them to the door of the Die Flut Tavern, and they went inside followed by a cloud of their own smoke and the shadowed man who had followed them this far.
‘Hallo!’ Herbert called out across the floor as they made their way to th
