The Dean is already making a move towards the unsuspecting Detective Chief Inspector Thompson. Envisioning the whole array of potential problems that are likely to develop if this particular engagement were to take place, I quickly grab The Dean’s arm and yank him back.
“Sir, I think it might be better if I dealt with the detective,” I suggest firmly. “I do have a little experience in this field, after all.”
Grumpily, The Dean pulls his arm from my grasp. But he no longer seems intent on marching off.
“I don’t trust these chaps you know, Deputy Head Porter,” he says, eyeing the distant detective warily. “And where do you suppose the other one is? They hunt in pairs, I understand.”
Ignoring his rather uninformed observation on police procedure, I once again take The Dean’s arm, gently this time, and start to lead him back the way we came. Distance…
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