Anne never ate bought cake; the uneaten cake thought Mrs Delwright was a bad advert.

The session over both the new comers left for a walk around the village.

When they were just outside the door, they met Miss Pym from the golf club she looked but did not speak. Once inside she sat between the two tables of Yuppie ladies, took off her large rimmed hat put down her bag and spoke.

“Heavens did you see those new comers?” He is a common policeman you know”.

There was a laugh and Angela Garbet wife of the golf club president said, “we know them, well of them rather”.

“I say,” Said Miss Pym “you may never believe this but the fellow had the cheek to arrive at the club some days ago seeking to be a member”.

“Really” replied Angela, “I hope you put them off my hubby would not be so pleased at such common folk being members”.

Primrose smiled and replied “I put him off alright in no uncertain terms, there were two members arrive you know the two high ranking officers I can’t recall their names I think one was pigeon or similar”.

“You mean Woodcock Miss Pym”. The voice was that of Dino Garbet, business tycoon and president of the Tarporley Golf Club. He had called as arranged to collect his lovely bride Angela.

“Yes, do you realise Mr Garbet, that fellow, he stated he was a member of some club at a place in the south of England Farrington or similar”

“Do you mean Farnham?” Replied Dino

“Yes that is it Farnham” replied Primrose

Taking his mobile phone from his pocket, he asked

“What was this fellow’s name Miss Pym?”

“Richards, Jack Richards a common name for a common man, ah, ah”.

Checking his contacts list he found Farnham Golf Club, he dialled the number, awaiting a reply he mumbled, “Farnham I seem to recall is a quite a good club, very good in fact, holds championship tournaments if my memory is correct, lets see if they know him

“Hello Farnham, who is that please?”

“Grace who, Grace Wetherington.  Hello Grace this is Dino Garbet President of the exclusive Tarporley Golf Club and Spa at Tarporley in Cheshire.”

“I was wondering if you could recall a man named Jack Richards, a common name I know, I am told here he is a common man”.  He laughed

A voice could be heard on the other end of the call,

“Yes” he replied, “indeed, well I never, is that a fact?" Good gracious. Well thank you” and the call was ended.

He looked up at the waiting ladies and eventually spoke

“Well Miss Pym you certainly performed a wonderful favour for the club when you put off this Richards fellow”.

“I knew it, I knew it” she exclaimed.

“Update us then Dino,” said Angela

“According to Grace Wetherington on the desk at Farnham, our Mr Richards is just about the best amateur golfer they had.  In fact when he left he was made a life member”.

There was silence

“Further than that he appears to have very good contacts, it seems he knows most of the Ryder Cup team members from both sides.”

“He managed I gather to have gathered a vast amount of sponsorship and the professionals of both teams regularly play there.”

“According to the Wetherington woman this Richards set the club on the international stage, and you Miss Pym turned him away and more than that from what you admit saying you were bloody well down right rude, what a cock up, come Angela let us go before I really blow my top”.

He got up and both left, leaving all eyes staring at Miss Pym who was looking up seemingly hoping that the Lord or the Clingons would beam her up,

PART FIVE

THE END OF THE BEGINNING

It had been an exhausting two days for Chief-Constable Winston Myers of the North Wales Police, the inspection of the force by Her Majesty’s Inspector of Constabulary for the region, Christian Woodcock, QPM had been searching and thorough.

“Well Myers, your Force is doing well; you are making a good job handling the cuts in your budget, very well done man”.

“Thank you Sir”, replied Myers, with a sigh of relief.

 “I presume you will be giving Wrexham a satisfactory report to the Home Secretary?”

“Indeed I will Myers, indeed I will, I say it was a bad thing those two officers in the Met getting killed on duty yesterday”

“Yes, it’s always a tragedy when young serving men and women get killed in the line of duty. We had a tragedy here some short time ago though nothing criminal of course”.

“Really, what was that?” Asked Woodcock

“A young officer just simply found dead whilst on duty, a young fit man, suddenly found dead, the post mortem showed it was this adult sudden death syndrome the heart simply stops.”

“Very sad”, said Myers, “oh by the way I will be recommending you for the Queens Police Medal in the next honours list”.

“Well thank you Sir, Mrs Myers will be very pleased”.

Arriving outside, Sid Watkiss, known as “bad eye Watkiss” for whilst he was a serving officer when anything happened he never saw anything. Now the current driver of the HMI he opened the door and saluted as his boss arrived and got into the car.

In a moment they were gone another inspection done.

In Tarporley, Jack the Hat had finally arranged his study room to what he thought was an ideal office to write his book. Furniture and desk, reading lamp all ideally placed.

He had stocked up with computer printer cartridges, pens, paper and notebooks.  The dictation machine was fine; he just needed back up batteries.

Having sat for some time and made notes of several cases he thought would be of interest to the possibly thousands if not millions of readers just waiting to pay the grand sum of £2 to read his forth coming master piece.

He smiled, from what he had read there were thousands of budding writers just like him all hoping to become an Ian Rankin, even better, have Hollywood producers clamouring to hand over millions of dollars for the rights to make a film or television series of this new found author’s work.

He had spent a few days writing when Anne came in with a glass of sherry, Crofts Original, of course, “here is the mail Jack” she said.

She waved one in particular; he took it and saw the envelope headed Tarporley Golf and Spa Club”.

He opened the letter, smiled and then read it aloud.

Dear Mr Richards,

I believe there has been a recent misunderstanding when you attended reception to enquire on becoming a member of this club. I am pleased to announce that you are cordially invited to become a full member. In view of the misunderstanding, the managing committee have decided to offer you membership for one year free of charge. We look forward to receiving you in early course Signed

Dino Garbet

President

“Well so old Woodcock did have some pull, seems he and the chief whatever his name was have managed to swing it for you Jack”, said Anne.

“It seems a little quick, I wonder,” he thought, “still never look a gift horse in the mouth” he thought and said “ I will give it a try next week.

“Don’t be so suspicious Jack” she said and left him to ponder.

The following Wednesday morning Jack arrived at Tarporley Golf Club, when he arrived he saw Miss Prim, she looked up as he entered and walked in, he was about to veer to the left, when she smiled and said

“Oh Mr Richards please come straight down, the forms are ready, all you have to do is sign, you are most welcome”.

“What a change of attitude” he thought.

Woodcock and Ridwell certainly did the trick.

He signed in and then returned to his car collected his clubs, then made his way to the members lounge. The way things were going he would find no problem finding a partner.

Miles away in the county of Shropshire Jack’s old friend Christian Woodcock did not have golf on his mind for he had just completed another two day inspection, on this occasion of the Shropshire Police.