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“Just being over- friendly as usual.”
    “Andrew, there is one thing that still concerns me a bit, I need an Identity card. I lost mine in Ireland and don’t want to apply for a replacement in case they track my activities over there. By luck I’ve not been picked up yet but it’s possible the Police could stop me somewhere.”
    “Leave that to me once we’ve had the meeting with Dermot. He has some reliable colleagues that I’m sure can assist you.”
    “There is something else Andrew, I feel that I do need my own place. I guess if you want to continue your lifestyle then you don’t want me around?”
    “I understand perfectly, and I still remember that frightful first night you stayed very clearly!”
    “That was a misunderstanding,” Harry looked up at Andrew’s face, “that I hope you’ll confirm?”
    “Yes; it was.”
    Andrew swiftly changed the subject.
    “Right, I’ve got an idea, which will suit my needs and yours. There’s a small furnished house in Argyle Street; the Tenants haven’t paid up despite me chasing them and they’ve now done a bunk. According to the neighbours they’ve moved across to Aberdeen.”
    “What about rent?”
    “It’s yours rent free. Look it’s not in the best of areas so I’m glad someone will be living there for the time being, just to keep an eye on it. Once in there you’ll have a base to work from and if you want to move on to a better place that you find later then that’s fine with me. How does that suit you?”
    “Thank you boss. I’ll take it.”
    “Splendid. Now take a couple of days off and move in. I’ll give you the details.”
Chapter 3
    Thursday, the Royal Stuart.
    “Shall we have a drink here Eileen or carry on to another pub, then to follow; the pictures or a dance? You choose.”
    “Let’s go to a different place and then decide.”
    Eileen said, picking up her handbag and coat. Harry helped her put it on. Under it she wore a dark purple dress with short sleeves, high heels and matching handbag. Her hairstyle was completed with a small circular hat. Harry noticed that Eileen wore very little makeup, just some lipstick and eye shadow.
    With the aid of small pencil torches they made their way to a pub that was located under a disused chapel about a half-mile away.
    “You’ve been here before?”
    “Yes, it opened at the beginning of the war and became popular because people could stay drinking when a raid started. It was called ‘Pip & Jay’ first, as a reference to the former Saint’s names of the chapel above but now it’s known by everyone as the Dugout.
    They descended the narrow stairs and went through some heavy curtains into a dimly lit vestibule with a reception desk. A small squat man in his mid sixties was sitting on a stool waiting to receive guests. He was wearing a black dinner jacket and bow tie, which Harry thought, looked a bit incongruous for a dugout.
    “Eileen?”
    “Yes it’s me; I’ve brought a friend along tonight.”
    “I didn’t know you’d planned to come here, you’re very welcome. Can I take your coats?”
    The man stood up and passed a pen for her to sign the visitor book.
    He turned to look at Harry,
    “And you sir, can we have your name?”
    Harry looked across at Eileen who nodded that he should also sign.
    The receptionist glanced at the signatures before eying Harry warily as the couple walked away towards an inner door.
    “This way then Harry.”
    Eileen led him down a narrow corridor towards a black painted door. She opened it to reveal a large basement room with stone barrel vaulting for the ceiling.
    “What is this place?”
    “I thought you would like it.”
    Eileen said squeezing his arm.
    “Follow me.”
    Again Harry followed as she edged her way through a crowd towards the bar. Harry pulled a note from his wallet.
    “You don’t need that, we just order and settle at the desk later.”
    “I’m impressed.”
    They ordered their drinks and Eileen led the way down to a lower