you respond to that?
I can’t take on an entire Constabulary, no one can, it is insurmountable. Remember the role of the police is fluid, flexible. As long as you tick the boxes and ‘satisfy the process’, then anything is possible.
Do you still believe in justice?
I agree that justice is blind, and probably deaf and dumb too and her scales are well off kilter. Other than that, the less said the better.
We need to get something on Bill Dixon , keep digging , throw whatever you can at him. If he’s not dirty, bloody well make him dirty .
Plant some contraband at his house or something, use your initiative. I’m not going to have the integrity of my officers questioned like that, who the hell does he think he is.
Go through his records , find someone he has antagonized during his career, get them to make a complaint . Link him to The Roundheads .
Keep sniffing , we’ll get something on this old , whistle-blowing bastard .
I want this man in a cell by the end of the week .
Police Inspector PUGH
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THE STARLET
Name: Dame Joan ‘Miss Mauve’ Creighton-Ward
Location: King’s Manor, York
Occupation: Chairwoman of the John Bull Co-operative Society/Singer
Threat level: 2
Article clearance: Silver
Case file: 55/2935/GBW
I went to see Dame Joan on a blustery day; my plans to take a stroll in her garden was not welcomed because the wind would tousle her hair. Older readers will doubtless remember Miss Mauve’s few performances with such greats as Buster Keaton and Charlie Chaplin but younger readers may need to consult a grandparent to find out who she is. Notwithstanding, I was ushered into the presence with much ceremony and certainly it is hard to believe, when in her rather cluttered boudoir, that Dame Joan is not a living icon of cinema rather than the rather sad old lady which I found myself interviewing. She refused a photographer as she had recently had a cold; her appearance in daylight, which she avoids as far as possible, was probably not all she hoped, as the layers of white makeup, applied one on top of the other with little recourse to soap and water in between did not show off to best advantage her celebrated ‘peaches and cream’ complexion. But, when all is said and done, she is a game old lady, marching on regardless in a world which she may not totally understand these days. If the spotlight under which she lives with Mitzi, Daphne and Lulu is not as real as she imagines, it would be a cruel visitor who would tell her so.
Thank you for taking the time to meet me, Dame Joan.
Oh, just call me Joan, darling. Excuse the clutter, I really should have the boys clear this out. It’s a bit of a squeeze but we’ll find you somewhere to sit; don’t mind the dogs, they’re old softies. Stop yapping, ladies, this lovely young woman is our guest. There, now, do you like the furniture? Baroque, Parisian, hand-crafted by Jean Charles. Louis! Louis! Get this girl a drink will you dear, some vol au vents, there’s a dear man. ( Dame Joan treats her servant like a devoted admirer; happily for the poor old lady, her eyesight prevents her from seeing his expression, which is anything but devotion)
Joan, is it true you used to be an