I carried the case to the taxi, made sure it was beyond the view from Bea's teashop window, and loaded it in the boot. I got in.
'Where to, mate?'
'The George.'
'Going with that new cruise ship group, are yer?'
I thought for a second. 'That's an idea. Where does it sail from?'
'Southampton. I can do you a special rate all the way.'
Duty is for doing, the brigadier said. But I was neither an officer nor a gentleman.
And wasn't it my duty to scarper when I was being hunted?
'You're on,' I told him. 'Stop at the George first, drop this cake off.'
'You got the money? It's quite a way.'
'Just get going.'
And sat back ready for the journey. The taxi could take the new one-way out of town.
The End