“That’s come up nicely, hasn’t it?” Bridges smiled ruefully. “The missus wasn’t too happy. She’d have been round to The Blue Angel last night if she’d had her way.” Bridges had explained in the taxi after the fight what had happened. He had not been getting very far with his questioning of Dolores, who claimed to be from Argentina. When he recognised Norton, he started asking about him and his companions and she became edgy. The blow-up had occurred however when he had realised that Dolores’ wandering hands had extracted a tenner from his trouser pocket. “Think Norton recognised us, sir?” “I doubt it in that murk.” Bridges carefully felt his bruise. “I told you last night, Sam, how my girl was quite helpful about Joan, Norton and the club. One thing she didn’t know was the name of Norton’s chubby friend. I suppose your girl didn’t – ?” “I asked but she clammed up on me.” Merlin leaned forward and rummaged through the papers on his desk. Eventually he found what he was looking for and read out an address in Earl’s Court.
