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he said, “I bid you good day”.
    Finishing the call she turned to Pearson and said. “Well Inspector that is one load off my mind Richards will assist you. I might just give you a word or two of advice”.
    “Please do” replied Pearson.
    “Well Jack Richards has a fine record; I will update you later.
    “He is a quiet, reserved man has the gift of silence, not much sense of humour. He has very great analytical skills he never cracks a joke”.
     “He never acts fortuitously, no nothing by chance always fully reasoned”.
    “He is in fact a perfect reasoning machine and observing machine”.
    “Neither does he act with precipitance, never any haste, always reasoned and calculated.”
    “He rarely if ever gives any information away, keeps things tight to his chest”.
    “I can assure you his credentials at New Scotland Yard and the Home Office are such that you can speak freely as before me”.
    “I look forward to meeting and working with him”.
    “Please use the opportunity Inspector, to look, listen, observe and emulate what one might say is likely to be, if past experience repeats it self, the touch of the masters hand.”
    “Tomorrow then at his home at Tarporley, I will supply you with the details, if today you will prepare yourself and have all the papers and documents to hand. I await an early and satisfactory conclusion to these murders”.
    They parted in the foyer of the Police Headquarters.
    He, Pearson, went on his way feeling that he was about to travel into the unknown.
     
    PART THREE
    THE YOUNG AND THE OLD

 
    Anne Richards was busy hanging out the washing; Jack somewhat bored was reading the latest copy of the quarterly issue of the police pensioner’s magazine.
    It contained mainly deaths of his colleagues which didn’t enthral him much other than to remind him time was passing and it would not be too long before his name was on the obituary list. The readers then glancing down and ignoring the bad news, just has he had done, glancing at the new honours list.
    It was with some relief the door bell rang or rather chimed with this new fancy device Anne had paid a fortune to have installed.
    Answering the door he was confronted by a man aged late twenties to early thirties.
    He was carrying a briefcase. His mode of dress was of some student on a poll or similar.
    He had a roll top pullover, red in colour with several moth holes visible. His jeans were obviously used for some type of do it yourself work or similar for they sported splashes of paint and heaven knows what else and ripped knees.
    Jack about to say, “No thank you we never buy from door to door sellers but was thwarted from the pleasure of his jibe when the caller announced.
    “Mr Jack Richards?”.
    ”That is I” he answered.
    “I believe you are expecting me?”
    “Really young man?” said Jack looking the visitor up and down. Jack was certain at any moment the caller would add.
    “I have a special offer in guttering, I can reduce your telephone bill or similar”.
    Jack for once was wrong; his intuition was failing him for the visitor said.
    “I am Detective Inspector Dick Pearson, Chester CID”.
    Jack’s mouth opened and his chin fell. Had he been wearing dentures they would surely have dropped onto the floor.
    “Really,” replied Jack, adding. “You had better come in young man, or the neighbours will be talking seeing you standing there”.
    Jack was referring to his mode of dress but opted not to say what he was thinking.
    Pearson just smiled but thought “the bloody old crouch” as he put his first foot through the door.
    They walked into and through the hall and onward to his study, now come office.
    Pearson was directed to a seat in front of Jacks desk and with a finger pointed at him and then downwards, Dick took the hint and sat.
    He placed the briefcase upon his knee and waited whilst Jack walked around the table and was seated himself.
    There was a swish as the door opened forcing the draught curtain