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"Always a pleasure James," H-J said, catching the eye of the waiter and ordering two Brandies.
"How's the head?" Belanger asked.
"Just a scratch, old chum," Henshall-Jones smiled.
"Nasty business.” Belanger looked up from filling his pipe. Do you think we'll catch him before he gets abroad?"
"My officers are working on it. We’ve got the ports and airports covered and a couple of safe houses under observation."
"You do know” Belanger filled his pipe with tobacco, “that Fardy-Russell thinks there's something fishy going on?"
"Does he?" Henshall-Jones scratched his nose and waited for Belanger to say more.
The silence was broken by the waiter placing two generous brandies on the table.
"Anything else gentlemen," the servant asked.
Belanger waved the man away, and looked at Henshall-Jones over his half moon glasses. “So is he right Clive, is there something rotten about this.”
"That Fardy-Russell is too big for his boots." Henshall-Jones said.
"We're not here to talk about him. I want to know what you are up to?"
Henshall-Jones picked up his drink and swirled it in the glass. "How long have we known each other?" He asked.
Belanger thought for a moment
"A long time," Henshall-Jones continued. "And have I ever let you down?" He scratched his nose and then put his glass back on the table.
Belanger lit his pipe. He didn’t know what it was but there was something about that response that Belanger didn't like; that he didn't like at all.
“It's okay, I'm not going to shoot you,” he smiled at Fardy-Russell, “yet.”
“Not funny,” Fardy-Russell said. “Did your search of Clifton's things turn anything up?”
“I don't see how that is any of your business." Henshall-Jones sat back in his seat.
“And the sighting in East London?"
“Again, not your concern. You deal with Alexi, if you can. I'll worry about Clifton.”
“What are you up to Clive? Why didn't your men catch Clifton while they had a chance? I heard they had him cornered in Bethnal Green, yet he still escaped, that must be on your orders. ”
“How the hell do you know that?” Henshall-Jones said.
“I have my sources,” Fardy-Russell replied enjoying the slight power-shift.
“Well your sources are wrong. Look Bernard, stop meddling in this. You're a good man, a good investigator, maybe too good. For your own sake let this go. Otherwise next time…” Henshall-Jones reached for his gun again. “I'll pull the damn trigger.”