A Question Of Honour: A Harry Royle Thriller by PR Hilton

Author:PR Hilton [Hilton, PR]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Good Vibes Publishing
Published: 2015-12-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

March 1940

Harry Royle had found the change in Preston's attitude more than a little worrying. He had liked the man well enough and had the circumstances been different, knew that they could have been good friends, but they stood on different sides of the law. All of a sudden, Preston had seemed happy about his situation, something which Harry found very odd. Royle had dealt the man a bad hand and expected the warder to hate him for it, but the other man's recent attitude seemed, to Harry's mind, to be completely opposite. He wondered if perhaps Preston had his own plan, and would that plan lead him straight to solitary. Harry had no way of knowing and had no choice but to carry on and hope things worked out.

That night as he lay in his cell thinking, he heard a click and the door was unlocked. Robert Preston stepped into the cell and having glanced behind him, pulled the door closed and crossed to Royle's chair, where he sat down. Harry sat up and was about to speak when the officer raised his hand in a signal to silence Royle, he then spoke himself.

"Harry, listen, we don't have much time. The first thing for you to be aware of is that your plans are no good. You see I have a plan of my own."

With this news, Harry started to stand up. Preston leaned over and grabbed Harry by the shoulders.

"Look, we're on the same side. Listen to me, I have a plan that will work perfectly and will not involve you sneaking and hiding in food bins or sacks of clothes."

Royle was now more than interested.

The warder continued.

"Now I want you to pretend to go to sleep and wait for my signal. I'll come to get you in the morning. It'll be about half past five, you'll need to do just as I say and move very quickly, as we'll have very little time if you are to get out and I'm to remain free from suspicion."

Without another word, Preston left the cell and locked the door again. Harry's body filled with nervous tension as he pulled up the rough blanket and waited. Prisons like hospitals are never quiet at night but are instead filled with noise. Not the full sounds of the daylight world, but the oddly isolated noises which punch through the quiet moments. Shouts and cries filling the night air. And footsteps, always walking feet. Whether nurses or prison warders, the sound is the same, an odd echo rising and falling in pitch. Harry Royle tried in vain to strain his ears in order to separate the different noises without success. After waiting for hours, he heard a light footfall directly outside and the tell-tale click of a key in the lock. Preston came into the cell very quickly and threw a bag on the bed. Harry was sitting up and swinging his legs off the bed. Preston spoke quickly.

"Harry, put these on and for both of our sakes be as quick as you can and do try and look smart.

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