![]() 'Now, what were you saying when we were so rudely interrupted?' ![]() We've even got a spare if that one looks like not holding.' He sat on the edge of one of the tables and looked at Bob Jenkins. ![]() 'Trussed as neatly as Father John's Christmas turkey. Craig's elbows flapped and he uttered a strange weak scream. He wrapped the tablecloth rope twice around Craig's lower forearms and knotted it tightly. 'Easy now, my good old mate,' Nick said soothingly. 'Start again, mate, and I'll stave them in,' Nick said grimly. Craig uttered a pained grunt and shut up. He drove a short, hard kick into Craig's ribs. Then Nick did something that shocked all of them, even those who had seen the Englishman twist Craig's nose like the handle of a bathtub faucet. 'I should have heard him sooner, but I was listening to the man who sounds like a teacher.'
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