Bert puffed out his cheeks slightly at learning the apparent ruination of one of Whitby's first families. He'd heard so many similar stories Why did Bert find himself in the middle of messes like these? In this job, he was part soldier, part of those catholic priest jobbies with their confessions. He wasn't one of this man's chums at a elite club, just an awkward bystander. However he felt about the man before him, he had to be guided by the law.

"It's alright. There now, you've had a bit to drink I see." the policeman looked around the room at the smashed glass. "Did you fight with your wife tonight, sir? Sounds like you had a lot to fight about."