A returning British traitor must be found before his vengeful old colleagues kill him.
- Doyle Martin Shaw
I wonder just how good they were.
The old brigade. The spies that came in from the cold — Brigadier Stadden's mob.
It's all dark corners, back alleys, grey dust.
Cowley reckons they were good. He was just starting, then.
Never send a boy on a man's errand. They'll pinch his bike. George Cowley, Words of Wisdom, Chapter One. You know, Cowley came in just after Darby went missing, which means Darby pinched his bike.
Yeah, well, I wish Cowley had stayed right where he was. He knows this general surveillance gets right up my nose.
What, lift my mind onto a higher transcendental plane?
Yeah. Like who won the two-thirty at Haydock.