"We do make others." The salesman nodded to his sons. "We are making one now."
Jack wandered over to the two younger men, who had not looked up from their labours. One was punching at the metal of the rifle.
"Forgive me." Jack lifted the weapon. The stamp and serial number were identical to the first he had handled. "Thank you. What do you charge for a new Enfield?"
The salesman looked from Jack to Hassan and back, obviously assessing them, working out how much they were worth. When he mentioned a figure, Hassan grunted. "Too much," he said. "You might cheat my colleague; you will not cheat a fellow Yusufzai. Come, cousin." Tapping Jack on the shoulder, he stalked out of the shop.
"Did you know that fellow made Enfields?"
Hassan gave a small smile. "Not until I entered the workshop. Y
