The Roar of the Butterflies. Reginald Hill

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      REGINALD HILL

      THE ROAR OF THE BUTTERFLIES

      A Joe Sixsmith novel

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      Copyright

       Harper An imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF

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      Copyright © Reginald Hill 2008

      “Roar of the butterflies” extract copyright © P G Wodehouse Reproduced by permission of the Estate of P G Wodehouse c/o Rogers, Coleridge & White Ltd., 20 Powis Mews, London W11 1JN

      Reginald Hill asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work

      A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library

      This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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      Source ISBN: 9780007252732

       Ebook Edition © AUGUST 2015 ISBN: 9780007292936

       Version: 2016-01-28

      Contents

       Cover Page

       Title Page

      Copyright

      Dedication

      1 ’Fonlies

      2 Enter a YFG

      3 A Willie Day

      4 Blackball

      5 Tiger

      6 Pastures New

      7 A Fortunate Lie

      8 Trust

      9 A Royal Summons

      10 Favours

      11 Knobbly Scones and Lipton’s Tea

      12 The Hole

      13 Legal Advice

      14 What’s Become of Waring?

      15 Twitch

      16 Wondrous Regiment

      17 A Message from Frank

      18 A Patch of Oil

      19 And in my nightmares!

      20 Lightning Strikes Twice

      21 Frozen Broccoli

      22 The Right Price

      23 Pillow Talk

      24 A Saving Bell

      25 Last Breakfast

      26 Pain

      27 End of Play

       Keep Reading

       About Reginald Hill

      By Reginald Hill

      About the Publisher

      Dedication

      For

      WRECKING CREWS

      the world over.

      (You know who you are!)

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      ’Fonlies

      Joe Sixsmith was adrift in space.

      Light years beneath him gleamed the tiny orb he was supposed to make contact with, but he knew it was an impossible dream.

      His muscles had melted, his lungs were starved of oxygen, and the only part of his mind not paralysed by terror was the bit that dealt with ’fonlies.

      ’fonly I’d done this…’fonly I’d done that…

      ‘No use messing with ’fonlies,’ Aunt Mirabelle used to say. ‘’fonlies don’t get your homework done, Joseph. You miss your football Saturday morning, you’ve got no one to blame ’cept yourself.’

      How right she was! No one to blame ’cept himself…except maybe Willie Woodbine for being such a social climber…and Beryl Boddington maybe for standing him up…and definitely Merv Golightly for having a mouth like the Channel Tunnel…but first and last and as usual, himself, Joseph Gaylord (even Mirabelle kept quiet about that) Sixsmith for always going boldly half-assed where nobody had ever come back from before!

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      Enter a YFG

      Way it started was this.

      Monday afternoon, day before yesterday, though it seemed a lot longer ago, he’d been sitting in his office, minding his own business, which didn’t take much minding this time of year. Summer had parked its anticyclone firmly over Luton and fused the days and nights of July together with a heat too enervating to start a race

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