We use cookies
When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Your cookies settings
Strictly cookie settingsAlways Active
Chapter Twelve
Chapter TwelveNine 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. '
- Writer
- chap_listContents
- likeADD
