He pointed them out to me, after we had been introduced and Mr Disvan had confirmed my Binscombe security clearance. Sure enough, I saw that there were two strangers in the bar, solitary watchful individuals who come quietly in and blended into the background. One was a Japanese man with a fright...
If he’d identified his correspondent correctly they were looking for someone who, when travelling from A to Z, wasn’t scared to skip B—Y. His cryptic response should be spot on. Granted, it was a lie, but that was only an issue for someone not already far from God’s favour. His way out was made e...