"Why don't you loosen up, Drake?" Davidson harassed his solitary colleague. "Go with some chums to a pub or something."
At the time, Drake had laughed grimly, "You know I haven't got any chums, Davidson."
Now Drake looked bleakly at the papers on Hobbs's desk.
"Yes, Drake," Hobbs growled when Drake asked, "Appears a member of the opposition won his confidence. They soon discovered what Davidson knew. You need to get down there, keep Special Branch out of this mess."
"Do you want Davidson's body?"
"No, but check his flat—leave nothing out of the ordinary, you understand."