I became more and more impatient and then there was shouting – which wasn’t all from me – although it did lead to someone telling them to fuck off, I’d sort it myself, and some people – Treadwell actually – told me to sit down before they shot me, and I said if he handled a weapon as badly as he’d handled St Mary’s I was in no danger at all, and then there was a rather nasty silence and a lot of glaring. It was Markham who broke the tension, saying feebly, ‘Could I have some water, please?’
