Concerning Blackshirt

When Richard Verrell motors down to a quiet corner of Kent for a week-end visit and wanders across his host's fields for a spot of rough-shooting, he little suspects what lies in store. He is soon to find out. Investigating the interior of a small garden shed, he sees an immense 'blower four and a half' Bentley parked in the road beyond. Convinced that all is not as it should be he returns later that evening, accompanied by his host. As he enters the house nearby he is fired at. The next moment he hears the roar of the Bentley revving to a hurried getaway. In the shed he tumbles over the body of a dead man. Would any man ask for a better incentive to rush headlong into an affair that does not in the least concern him? Certainly Blackshirt would not. But then Blackshirt is Blackshirt