Pulp Fiction, 1955 · page 17 of 148
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‘ ‘i or i iii ee ar —. Te QUEER FISH . Be i. On his knees he touched the salmon. “ You’m a beauty, mys dear. You’m a real beauty! ” | 3 They were waiting for him at the Town Quay—Alice, Herhegia 4 Whiteway, ten reporters, most of the inhabitants of Fowey, four — [ dogs, and an Inspector of Police. Albert brought the Alice in i smartly, hugging the splendid guilty knowledge of the salmon to himself. He cut the engines, flicked a rope’s end round a bollard © Ps & and made her fast. He stumped soggily up the steps and kissed Alice. Cameras clicked. os “I’m afraid I shall have to ask you to come with me, Mr. re Pascoe.” ae Albert looked up into the face of the Police Inspector. He a nodded. “ Now?” 4 ¥ ¥es.” ) Be In the police car the Inspector said, “ You took two men in your boat last night...” } oe “T had to,” Albert said gruffly. ‘‘ They forced me with a — pistol, like.” ha ‘Did you land them?”’ The policeman’s voice was urgent. ee Arrh. 99 : ‘Do you know exactly where? ” i “Surely,” Albert said. “I put they ashore in a cove, not — far from St. Levan.” aa ae The Inspector peered down at a map on his knees, his fore- _ finger following a coastline. Albert watched him. He coughed ** Excuse me.” a * "Yes? ”’ a “You got the wrong chart, sir. St. Levan, I said. ’Tis not Be Je far from Land’s End.” | a The Police Inspector’s head came up and the map of Brittany _ slid off his lap on to the floor of the car. His eyes were wide with — astonishment. “ In Cornwall!” E a B Albert grinned. ‘“‘’T'was when I last saw it,” he said, then _ added, “‘ I reckoned they two had no business to be asking to go — to France in the middle of the night. I reckoned they was bad ones, so I went out to sea for an hour or two and then, when the © weather worsened, I come round in a big circle. = “There was no sun to say I was changing course, and anyway ~ they was proper seasick by then. Didn't ask no questions. I told they it was France and they went ashore. Glad to be on dry land, I reckon.” aia _., He chuckled. “If you’m after those two, sir, they'll be there — still unless they swum for it. ‘To my knowledge there’s no way __up the cliffs from that cove at all.” ao: comicbooks,.conr ae