" What's this Department S anyway, I've never 'eard of 'em! " ranted Bodie
" Yeah , whats with them sending one of their agents to work with us? " Doyle for once was as fired up as his partner.
" Ochh , settle doon , laddies " said Cowley " This comes from the verrry top. We have to co-operate wirh Department S on this case "
" Oh yeah , it all sounds like cobblers , if i might be frank, Sir " said Bodie , adjusting the crease of his flares.
" You may not be frank , Bodie! " said Cowley " I've got Whitehall with a firmmm grip on mah sporran so you can lump it . Go and meet this agent at the Lazy Lob Wine Bar near Wimbledon ."
" Whats the fellas name?" said Doyle
" Jason King " said Cowley " He's developed a bit of a reputation with the ladies"
The chastened pair made their way to the Garage. Past a Triumph Spitfire, a Jaguar Mark X, a Jaguar E-Type and a Jensen Intercepter.
" Ladies man, my backside! " mumbled Bodie " I'm the king of the swingers around here "
" King of the Jungle , more like " said Doyle , who thrust the Capri into the traffic. After the usual jam they approached the Lazy Lob and parked outside. Bodie noticed a Bentley outside.
" 'ow much are they payin' 'im? " said Bodie.
Inside the rather louche interior of the Wine Bar a raffish figure was holding court . He had shoulder length hair and a viva zapata mustache. His suit was a rather sudden check arrangement with flares that outshone Bodies..There were two Dolly birds hanging on his every word.
" Then I'm afraid I had to give the fellow a proper thrashing …" Jason King regaled the ladies " Ah , the two gentlemen from the rough and tumble brigade. Must toodle off. "
He moved to introduce himself.
" Did he say Jason King . Looks more like Jason Queen to me " said a very jealous Bodie
" I say , you must be Bogie and Royal" ventured King " from the house of intrigue that is CI5"
" I'm Bodie. He's Doyle" grimaced Bodie
" Quite " said King " Now , I've just got to finish this pimms and then I'll fill you in! "
Bodie and Doyle looked alarmed.
(TBC )