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oon； through experience； e to rectify。 He studied the two men who now sat before him。 The sudden change in them was dramatic； it was as if they had aged by twenty years； literally overnight。 And the state of them； their clothes hung in ribbons。 Evidently they had taken work in the building profession and experienced a hard morning's graft。
The two men stared beyond his crisp right shoulder as if not noticing him。 Their eyes seemed glued to the brewery calendar which hung unobtrusively amongst the Spanish souvenirs。 Yet there was nothing strange to be seen in it。 A simple cardboard rectangle with the brewery's name surmounting an out of register colour print of Constable's 'Haywain' and the hanging tab： June 6 1969。 What could they see in it？
As if suddenly aware of the barman's scrutiny； the two men drew themselves away to a side…table； glasses in hand。
Omally studied his pint。 'And so； what do you propose we do now？' he asked。
Pooley sucked beer froth from his upper lip and made smacking sounds。 It really did taste better back in those days。 He tapped at his nose。 'I have a plan；' said he。
'Oh yes？' Omally's voice lacked enthusiasm。
'Indeed。 Don't you understand？ We've been given another chance to stop it all。 At this moment； the Professor toils amongst his books and Holmes lies sleeping in his mausoleum。 Norman chats； no doubt； with Leonardo da Vinci。 Or has。 I can't be certain exactly how it all works。'
'So what do you intend to do？'
'Down a few more pints for a first off。 Drink up； John； you haven't touched yours。'
'I am not thirsty。 Don't you understand？ We are in an even worse position now than ever we were。 We know what is to e； but we can do nothing whatever to stop it。 We know that it cannot be stopped。'
'Oh fish；' said Jim Pooley。 Delving into his trouser pocket he drew out a bulging drawstring pouch。 'Didn't know I had these； did you？' he asked； weighing it in his hand。 'Pooley's ace in the hole。'
Omally extended his hand but Jim held the thing beyond reach。 'No touching；' he said。 'All mine； but you can have a peep。' He loosened the neck of the pouch and held it tantalizingly apart。
Omally peered forward。 'Diamonds；' he gasped。 'A king's ransom。'
'I should say at the very least。 I was going to have some cufflinks made up； but in all the excitement I pletely forgot。 I have no doubt they are synthetic； but nobody in this day and age is going to know that。'
'So what do you intend to do with them？'
'I am going to bee a philanthropist；' said Jim。 'I am going to build a church。'
'A church？'
'A cathedral。 And do you know where I'm going to build it？'
Omally nodded slowly。 'On the bombsite。'
'Exactly。 No dirty big satanic buildings are going to e springing up from consecrated soil。 What do you think； brilliant； eh？'
Omally leant back in his seat； his head nodding rhythmically。 'Brilliant； you almost cracked it。'
'I don't know about almost。'
'I do。' Omally's eyes flickered up towards Jim's。 His hand moved towards his trouser pocket wherein rested a small black box； attached to which were a pair of wicked…looking rods。 John Omally cleared his throat with a curiously mechanical coughing sound。 'Hand me the diamonds； Jim；' he said in a cold dead voice。 'We have other plans for them。'
Pooley's mouth dropped open in horror。 Clasping his diamonds to his bosom； he kicked over the table on to the robot double of his dearest friend and made for the door。
'You're both barred；' screamed Neville； finding his voice； as the sleeveless Jim passed him by at speed； a raging Irishman with a black transistor radio close upon his heels。
As the two pounded off up the Baling Road they all but collided with a brace of young gentlemen； who were strolling towards the Swan； studying a racing paper。
'Did you see what I just saw？ asked Jim Pooley； rubbing at his eyes and squinting off after the rapidly diminishing duo。
John Omally shook his head。 'No；' said he。 'I am certain that I could not。 How do you fancy Lucky Number for the three…fifteen？'
'What； out of that new Lateinos and Romiith stable？ I wouldn't put my money on that。'
THE END
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