4 Paul Lawson’s tender ground continued
Paul Lawson is an old man with about twenty or so birthdays on me but he’s scored front row seats here with his good wife and my bet is he didn’t have to pay for the tickets. I’d have been happy to pay for them myself after Lawson told Clive he’d heard that Harkness and Boxall worked together in Sydney.
Worked together. A trainee nurse up to her elbows in bed-pans in North Sydney working with an engineer up to his elbows in grease and working on Sydney Harbour.
There’s only one way that can happen.
Every craft that passed through the George’s Head submarine barrier was logged and that log kept ashore and signed out to whoever the log-keeper knew would make proper use of it.
Carriers, battleships, destroyers, anti-submarine craft, frigates. Merchant ships, Manly ferries and prawn trawlers.
Merchant ships with passengers aboard, their names on shipping manifests, copies of these manifests lodged on entry and departure and kept under the same conditions as the ship arrival and departure logs.
Fertile ground in 1945, no doubt about it. Pearls of intelligence to be found there. Imagine. Boxall the man to source it and Harkness the woman who took it from him. Paul Lawson had it down.
Lawson must have heard something from the detectives while he was elbows deep in plaster of Paris at the morgue, something detective Brown later requested he keep to himself in the event he was interviewed by Stuart Littlemore.
Now we know what that tender ground was.
All down to Clive.