became very erratic and eventually, after about half an hour, slowed to
a halt.
When we jumped on board one man was dead and the other two were
pleading for their lives. We took them in, handed them over to Special
Branch, and they were charged. Actually the defence tried to brand me
as trigger-happy Hunt on that occasion.
You see, they found out that I had recently shot off the top of
an abandoned Chinese temple in the Soko Islands when I was a bit drunk."
Forcing Confessions from Suspects by putting Suspects into
Refrigerators and by use of Heart Machines
Article Wednesday 15th January
*I discovered early on that you couldn't pussyfoot with the
Chinese. They had more respect for you if you banged them about a bit.
I discovered they didn't like the cold. When I was at Wanchai
and I had a suspect who was playing dumb, I used to whip him round to
the butcher's shop. After a couple of hours in the fridge we used to
pull out the poor little twit, all blue and blotches, and he was only too
ready to cough up."
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"There were other times, too,
concedes, when
his actions were not designed to raise a smile.
"When I was a C.I.D. officer we once borrowed a heart recording machine from a mate of mine in the Government medical department (I don't want to name him) and we conned a suspect that it was a lie detector.
We told him that if it jumped up and down he was telling lies.
As most of the blokes ve nicked in Hong Kong had been following
a buffalo's bum around the paddy fields for most of their lives they had
no idea what we were talking about. They generally gave us the statement
we wanted.'