Your right hand reaches down to stroke my hair, still bound softly atop myhead. "Sarah...we can't," you murmur, but your hand, sliding down to graspth...e back of my neck says otherwise.I feel your fingers diving into my coiffure...urging me againstyou...stiffening with restraint. A hairpin? You give it a tug. And another?And yet another? Soon you feel the weight of my hair, silken soft...wildlyabandoned, fall against your leg, and my face vanishes from view.Was that a stop sign? You missed it!You. ..In here a victim is naked with his arms hoisted up above his head by a rope that is tied around his wrists and secured to a hook in the ceiling, so that his feet are just off the floor. Now whenever you pass this room you must enter and attach a peg to his body. You can put it wherever you like on him. The basket contains 100 pegs, and once all of these are used up and attached to him, he is made to suffer this indignity for about 30 minutes before he is released to be replaced by another. This of course meant that the carriages and the corridors were jammed with people sitting on the floor with kitbags and rifles adding to the congestion in the corridors.The Red Cross had had provided him with refreshments and a newspaper for the journey to London. They had ensured that someone would meet him on arrival, and see him to the Salvation Army hostel he had given as his temporary address. In parting, the lady told him that his kit bag was in the baggage car and it would be delivered. Jake pushed on one side of the briefcase, shifting it so that the gun pointed at the table with Vincent and the other two lawyers. Jake made the assassin’s trigger finger jerk and the gun fired. One of the lawyers screamed.Brian sprang from his position and grabbed the lawyer in a headlock, pulling his hands out of the briefcase. Jake’s pressure on the top of the case ensured that the assassin had to release the gun as his hands were pulled out.“What the hell is going on here,” Vincent.