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Evans suddenly looked a little happier.

"Clever, sir. Very clever, that was 'ow to get a couple o' pints of blood into a cell, eh? When there's none there to start off with, and when, er, and when the "invigilator", shall we say, gets searched before 'e comes in. Yes, sir. You can well ask about that, and I dunno if I ought to tell you. After all, I might want to use that particular ' "Anything to do with a little rubber ring for piles, perhaps?"

Evans grinned feebly.

"Clever, though, wasn't it?"

"Must have been a tricky job sticking a couple of pints ' "Nah! You've got it wrong, sir. No problem about that."

"No?"

"Nah! It's the clotting, you see. That's the big trouble. We got the blood easy enough. Pig's blood, it was from the slaughter'ouse in Kidlington. But to stop it clotting you've got to mix yer actual blood' (Evans took a breath) 'with one tenth of its own volume of 3.8 per cent tri sodium citrate!

Didn't know that, did you, sir?"

The Governor shook his head in a token of reluctant admiration.

"We learn something new every day, they tell me. Come on, m'lad."

Evans made no show of resistance, and side by side the two men walked slowly down the stairs.

"Tell me, Evans. How did you manage to plan all this business? You've had no visitors I've seen to that. You've had no letters ' "I've got lots of friends, though."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Me German teacher, for a start."

"You mean ? But he was from the Technical College."

"Was 'e?" Evans was almost enjoying it all now.

"Ever check up on 'im, sir?"

"God Almighty! There's far more going on than I ' "Always will be, sir."

"Everything ready?" asked the Governor as they stood by the reception desk.

"The van's out the front, sir," said the pretty blonde receptionist.

Evans winked at her; and she winked back at him. It almost made his day.

A silent prison officer handcuffed the recaptured Evans, and together the two men clambered awkwardly into the back seat of the prison van.

"See you soon, Evans." It was almost as if the Governor were saying farewell to an old friend after a cocktail party.

"Cheerio, sir. I, er, I was just wonderin'. I know your German's pretty good, sir, but do you know any more o' these modern languages?"

"Not very well. Why?"