Arthur's fake smile faltered ever so slightly when Munro spoke of the value of the local police officers, including Crane, and defended a soft approach with the town's thugs. Some dogs needed to be locked up. This country had been so much better when they could still transport lawbreakers to Australia. At least they could still do the next best thing: transport their children.

At least the other constables would be informed of the programme. "Very well," he concluded. "Thank you both very much. We shall be in touch then. And thank you again for all you do for this town." Then he nodded at the two men and took his leave.

His face fell once he was outside and realized that a gang of seagulls had shat all over the open barouche.