"If you'll excuse me, Ma'am." Albert said, leaving the Carrington woman to herself, before heading upstairs.

"The situation is like this, sir...." Bert recounted a few minutes later to the duty inspector. Tonight, it was an officer by the name of Raglin. Bert would need official sanction to apprehend Whitby's most influential citizens. Raglin was, in Bert's opinion, hardly a model officer. Raglin had fleshy jowls and a beard gave him a passing resemblance to a walrus; his cheeks flush with cheap scotch, his known tipple of choice.

"Can't this wait until morning Constable?" Raglin asked sleepily, yanking a trouser brace over his shoulder. Bert had apparently intruded on a quiet snooze.

"There is strong evidence that Mister Carrington has committed a crime, sir. If we don't apprehend him now, 'e may destroy evidence or leave town."

Raglin glanced briefly at the statements Bert provided from Mrs Carrington and Doctor Wells. He did not want to be dealing with this.

"Magnus Carrington is one of this town's most prominent citizens. I'm not arresting him."

"Sir?" Bert blurted out. His tone betrayed the fact he thought Raglin was a moron.

"Don't try that tone with me Constable. If you must talk to him, invite him down here to the police station to assist us in our inquiries. He is to be treated with the utmost respect. Now leave me alone."