Albert had hitched a ride to the Carrington estate on a passing cart. The sedate pace of the animal led Albert to wonder when the world was going to put a boiler in one of these things and make it steam powered. Or the police could just issue him with a bicycle. The groundskeeper wasn't happy either at letting Albert in. Albert told him it was official so all he had to was follow him up to the main house and listen to the muttering, his lantern swaying in the darkness.

Albert marched right up to the grand doors of the manor and rang the bell. To hell with 'tradesmen round the back'. A heavy door creaked open and the face weary domestic appeared in the gap.

"Constable Hailey to speak with Mister Carrington. Police business." He flashed the little booklet that proved he was a real policeman.

"Which Mister Carrington?" the member of staff asked. That's right, there's more than one! Albert thought.

"The old man."