TWENTY-FOUR
A COCKNEY BARROW BOY (SOMETHING OR OTHER), HIS LADY SUPERINTENDENT WIFE, A COCKNEY SPARROW SPY, THE PRIEST.
The bozzer bozzed and the suspenseful silence was broken metallically and earthily. Aedd went to the apartment door and rushed back, in a dizzying hurry to stand beside East Asia, whether to elucidate on a conversation or to distance himself from an altercation, or even to be ready to expound further on tea, was unclear and almost immediately forgotten. The occupants of the room swivelled their direction of gaze to observe a bundle of arms and legs, a pretty face and a really ugly one, stuck within the portal to the map room, seemingly trying to gain access at the same time in an amusing manner, at least it was for the ugly one.
From behind could be seen a flailing set
