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Another mile and a half brought them to Ferriby, where they alighted. "Now what about walking back to Hassle," Hilliard suggested, "and seeing what we can see?" They followed the station approach road inland until they reached the main thoroughfare, along which they turned eastwards in the direction of Hull. In a few minutes they came in sight of the depot, half a mile off across the fields.
The door opened and Nadine was there. "Joe," she said. "Dick Andersen says you've been challenged to a frame-up duel by Sándor Rákóczi." Her eyes hurried on to Armstrong. "George, this is ridiculous. Joe has diplomatic " Joe wasn't getting part of this. He broke in. "What do you mean, frame-up, Nadine? We got into a hassle in a nightspot last night." Armstrong said.
Then once more they took up their respective positions, watched until about half an hour later the lorry again passed out and photographed it precisely as before. That done, they walked to Hassle station, and took the first train to Hull. By dint of baksheesh they persuaded the photographer to develop their films there and then, and that same evening they had six prints.
Support came from a forgotten source, the little chap who had been the reason for the whole hassle. He waded in now as big as the next man so far as spirit was concerned, but a sorry fate gave him to attack the wrong man, the veteran rather than the tyro.
Patrick didn't want to hassle with anyone who worked for Parker, so he kept his mouth shut and avoided him. "Meat," he said to Sam. "I've got this craving for meat. Got to have it!" "Yeah, man." Sam's eyes darted around as Patrick escaped. "Medium rare," Patrick ordered, and, by God, that's what he was served. Delicious. He ate slowly, each bite a mini-ceremony.
After clearing the suburbs the line came down close to the river, and the two friends kept a good look-out for the depot. About four and a half miles out they stopped at a station called Hassle, then a couple of miles farther their perseverance was rewarded and they saw a small pier and shed, the latter bearing in large letters on its roof the name of the syndicate.
"You must be quite good, then," Corina said. "What hassle with Greggson?" Medart demanded. "It was nothing serious," Corina said, and summarized the incident for him. "I was nervous, but not badly upset." "That's good," Medart said, then continued silently. *Maybe it doesn't bother you, but it does me.
There was a variety of comments and conjectures. "There's no other train?" "Only the express. It doesn't stop here, but it stops at Hassle on notice to the guard." "He may have missed the connection at Selby," Fox suggested. "In that case he would motor." Beamish spoke authoritatively. "I wish, Benson, you would go and ring up the Central and see if there has been any message."
A lane led towards it, and this they followed until it reached the railway. ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~to the sea~~~ River Humber There it turned in the direction of Hull and ran parallel to the line for a short distance, doubling back, as they learned afterwards, until it reached the main road half-way to Hassle.
Takes a crazy man to do a thing like this, and everybody knows...." Eve Nolan laughed roughly. "Everybody knows you've been swearing you won't go the whole way, Grundy. These jungle tactics should be right up your alley." "That's enough," Muller cut through the beginnings of the hassle. "I trust those I appointed at least more than I do the rest of you.
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