She then smiled and said, “The queuing is done the other side you have to join the queue, and you must take your turn”.

He hesitated then leaned forward looking to the left then at her and said “But there is no one here, just you and I, there is no queue”.

“Never the less you must go that side if you wish to speak with me”.

He looked and repeated, “But there is no one here”

“Other side” she repeated.

He turned went back to the door, around the corner and walked along the row of books and stopped.

When he arrived Miss Pym, he guessed she was a Miss not only from her attitude but she was wearing no rings, which did not surprise him now.

He stepped forward and spoke “I have called to enquire about becoming a member”

“A member” she said looking him up and down, repeating “a member”.  “You can’t walk in here and become a member; heavens forbid this is not some municipal golf club, good gracious no"

“How do I join then?” he asked.

“Sponsors man, sponsors, one has to have sponsors two at the very least”.

“Oh thank you,” he said, realising his golfing dreams were going in the same direction as his hopes of growing begonias.

When all hopes of having a local round of golf were fading, by almighty providence a voice sounded.

“Hello Jack”

He turned it was none other than his old colleague Christian Woodcock.

“Hello Christian whatever are you doing in this neck of the woods?”

Christian spoke again but did not answer his question; he turned to the man with him and said

“May I introduce you to Miles Ridwell, Chief Constable of the Cheshire Constabulary, this Miles is no less a man than Jack Richards, the best detective NSY ever had.”

“Please to meet you Miles”, replied Jack

“Likewise” said Miles”.

“Well now Jack we can catch up later. Are you a member here?"

“He was making an enquiry” interrupted Primrose, “I was telling him he requires sponsors and there is a waiting list even then”.

“Ah well now Jack that won’t be a problem you can count on me and you will give support won’t you Miles”, he said patting Miles on the back.

“Yes, Yes, of course,” said Miles, giving Jack the impression he wasn’t so sure

“What are you doing in this neck of the woods then Jack”? Asked Christian.

“I have just retired, it was the wife’s idea she wanted to be near her sister, a recent widow she lives not far away, and you Christian what is your excuse for leaving the great metropolis”.

“I retired as Chief of Thames Valley and was made up to HMI; this is my area so it was convenient to move up here. Well old chap I must get on we are booked in, I will contact you about the membership”.

With that he and Miles were gone, leaving Jack to bid Miss Pym a very good day, he hesitated then asked

“Excuse me, a question?”

“Yes?” she exclaimed

“Have you ever worked for the local council?” He enquired.

“Why yes” she replied, “Why do you ask?” She replied.

“I could tell by the efficient manner you have”

“Thank you” she replied

“Do you know the most dreaded words in the English language?” He asked.

“What may they be?” Was her next reply

“I work for the council and I am here to help you, when you hear those words you know you are in trouble”.

She looked aggressive but made no reply

He smiled and on leaving, parted a final shot, “The rule of going that side of the book stand when there is no one else here, typical council bullshit”, he said, took off his hat bowed and left.

When he had, gone Miss Pym looked him up and down and mumbled to herself “What a rude and coarse man, expecting to join.”

“Here and now like some municipal club”.

“I don’t see him getting in; I will check him out anyway, what was the name on his blazer?”

 “Farnham” and she made a note of it.

He arrived in the car, a Skoda.

 Anne had noticed several members arriving and on seeing the car took a closer look at the make badge, then smiled shook their heads as they spoke with each other as they left their BMW cars.

 One car was a white Rolls no less, and better it was the one he had seen some time ago only then it had been covered in manure gifted by a rare breed of farmer who could lip read, this caused him to giggle to himself.

The happy couple drove away into the sunshine his belief was that he would never see the first green of that club.

At Chester police station things were getting hectic, information had been received that there was to be a large demonstration in the city centre against cuts to the NHS.

“Ling” said Striker “I don’t want you meandering around the centre on your own with this demo coming off”.

“We will have enough to do without having to keep an eye on you, if you have some paper work to do keep on with that otherwise take out the probationer and have a walk down by the river side”.

“There is some sort of boat trial going on; a police presence there wouldn’t go a miss.

“Very well Sergeant” she replied

“Oh” he called as he left the parade room for his office, “get the pot on, the usual good brew and take the Chief Super one up, he’s just arrived in a bloody foul mood I don’t know why”.

“Yes Sergeant, very well” she said.

She knew she was not doing very well and ought to put Striker in his place, but with the same attitude from the Chief Super, it seemed likely it would make things worse.

 Worse was what she thought when she arrived in the kitchen and whilst pondering on the situation another insult was added to injury when Ethel the counter clerk arrived

“I say don’t forget me when you make the brews. What a blessing it is for you to arrive, to make the tea and do odd jobs”.

“Thank you” replied Doris

She had been startled and spilled some hot water; she was obliged to remove her tunic to dry off the wet area with a kitchen cloth.

When she looked up she saw Ethel staring at her bare arms and the tattoo on the inside of each arm, but nothing was said.

 After a few moments the tea was made, “You are such a nice quiet girl, not like the last woman Inspector we had a real battle axe. It was like world war two between her and Striker it if hadn’t been for the Chief I think Striker would have been long gone.”

That told her a lot, it seems Striker and the Chief were hand in glove, to quote a phrase, she thought she might try and contact her lady predecessor and discuss things.

“Oh I forgot” said Ethel “coming back to your tea making your reputation is going before you, may I ask if you would be sure to make mine just as you make it for the Sarge and the boss, they sing your praises over your tea making”.

“Ethel it will be my pleasure, your tea will be made exactly like theirs”.

She smiled having prepared the tea, this time in a pot and then dropped her additive into the mixture making sure they would all sample the same brew.

Ethel went downstairs to await its arrival she took the packet of biscuits from the side of the table, with her.

Doris first of all went upstairs and knocked on the door of Chief Superintendent Craig Denton-Smyth, she could see the letters QPM just waiting to be imprinted on the door.

She knocked and received the immediate response “Enter”.

She went inside and saw her boss seated, he was reading, he looked up, smiled and said

“Ah Ling with my tea, another great brew I hope?”

“Well I made it the same way,” she answered, very respectfully.

“I see”, replied the boss, “ keeping out of harms way I take it, oh try to keep an eye on things that are happening, try to get some practical experience. Striker is a mine of information and experience, I myself even use him”.

“I am certainly watching and noting everything he does sir”.

“Fine that is fine”. He replied.

She saw the highly polished shoes on the floor, “heavens” she thought, there on the floor where he normally keeps his pride of place footwear there was trace of mud on the carpet, she must have a word, seemingly, he must have trodden in something, God how she hoped it was dog shit.