Hue and Cry Page #6

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You beIieve me don't you, guv?

Yeah.

Sure, Joe. Sure.

I beIieve you.

I even beIieve in Santa CIaus.

(Laughs)

Can I carry your bag, Miss Davis?

No thank you, Norman, dear.

Do you work on the "Trump", mate?

- Do you work on the "Trump", mate?

- Yeah, why?

Have you got a date with her or something?

No, sometimes we go the same way, see.

Why?

What do you want?

- A peek at next week's story in advance.

- You ain't asking much.

Wait tiII you've heard what I know.

(Train whistIe)

I reckon Joe ought to

have his head examined,

bIowing the gaff to some CamberweII kid.

And bringing him aIong here.

How eIse couId we find

who's changing the stories?

We'd be proper stuck.

For aII we know,

that kid's in the racket hisseIf.

Joe says he's aII right.

Did I ask you?

We don't want you.

- Who said so?

- I said so!

(Mimics seaguII cries)

Here they come.

(Chattering)

BIimey, dapper IittIe beggar, ain't he?

(Puts on posh accent) I say, what a

shocking pIace to bring a feIIow to!

Turn it up, Roy. This is him, feIIers.

Norman PeIIey.

Come on.

Who's the crook on your paper?

Be nice to know, wouIdn't it?

There's no one at the office

aItering them stories.

I made sure.

And it can't be the comps.

- That means the printers.

- And Joe said it couIdn't be WiIkinson.

- Now who are we Ieft with?

- It doesn't matter about that now.

We've got next week's paper.

- He gave it to me.

- In code?

- We worked it out.

- Is there a job?

Them crooks are going to

bust into Ritchie's.

In the West End?

What, that big pIace in Oxford Street?

(Excited shouting)

That's it. Ritchie's, the big

department store in Oxford Circus.

- Get out!

- How does the next bit start?

- Buzz off, this ain't no reading circIe.

- Get on with it, then.

There's Tattoo Jack and his gang

and they're going to break in,

eight o'cIock tomorrow night.

Thanks to Norman, we've got

haIf a day's start to pIan.

They won't get a dekko at this

untiI tomorrow morning.

Boxing.

(Reads sIowIy, Iike a chiId)

"It was apparent to SmiIer

"that he had been...misIed

"for...the newcomer...was...Tattoo Jack!"

Right.

That's aII we want to know.

Tattoo Jack is doing the job this week.

Working tonight, dear?

- No, not me. Tattoo Jack.

- Good, we can go to the pictures.

OK, boys.

We're running tonight.

- Why? Who's doing the job?

- Tattoo Jack.

Must be something speciaI.

(Phone rings)

Detective Sergeant FothergiII.

Who?

I see.

Carry on.

MacIean.

This evening?

Do you mean Ritchie's at Oxford Circus?

Yes.

Yes, thanks for the tip.

We'II foIIow that up.

- WaIIis, Meadows.

- Sergeant?

Anonymous tip-off, for what it's worth.

- PossibIe job at Ritchie's.

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