SS-GB [antikvár]

*Himmler's got the King locked up in the Tower of London,' said Harry Woods. 'But now the German Generals say the army should guard him.'The Other man busied himself with the papers on his desk and made no comment. He thumped the rubber Stamp into the pad and then on to the docket, 'Scotland Yard. 11 Nov. 1941.' It was incredible that the war had started only two years ago. Now it was over; the fighting finished, the cause lost. There was so much paperwork that two shoe boxes were being used for the overflow; Dolcis shoes, size six, patent leather pumps, high heels, narrow fitting. Detective Superintendent Douglas Archer knew only one woman who would buy such shoes: his secretary.'Well, that's what people are saying,' added Harry Woods, the elderly Sergeant who was the other half of the 'murder team'.Douglas Archer initialled the docket and tossed it into the tray. Then he looked across the room and nodded. It was a miserable oflSce, its green and cream pamted walls darkened by age and the small windows