Arthur was slightly offended by her asking him to arrange something. Did she know who he was? But apart from his smile faltering for a split second, he did not show that his pride had been hurt. "I'm afraid the police will have too much to do to pay house visits, unless a crime has already been committed, Miss. But you could drop by their station."

He got up, walked over to the his desk and found a sheet of empty paper. Then he dipped his pen in the ink and wrote down an address. When he returned to the sitting area, he put it on the table to dry and sat down. "Here, that's the address. Do remember to ask for... PC Roberts I think it was. The tall, slim one, PC Crane, he's been constable for years, but he's the reason the town is in such a state. The new one seems more efficient."

Arthur was beginning to wonder where the butler was. His household was an embarrassment.