Nine feet long by four wide, the cell had only a high, grated window for light and a metal bucket for sanitary purposes. Costello lay supine on his wooden bed with his hands folded behind his head and his ankles crossed. He looked up when Watters opened the door, frowned, and edged slightly back on the bed. Watters recognised him as the man who had tried to break through Larkin"s cordon.
"I"m Sergeant George Watters of Scotland Yard, come to ask you a few questions."
"I"m here if you need me," the warden reminded over his shoulder, "Smith"s a troublesome blackguard so be on your guard." He closed the door with a bang that echoed through the station.
"What the devil do you want, peeler?" Swollen lips thickened Costello"s voice as he peered at Watters through bruised eyes. "I remember you
