said the man. “I never saw him.” “You must have seen something,” said Wells. “How are we supposed to arrest him if we don’t know what he looks like?” The phone rang. “Answer that, would your Ridley,” yelled Sergeant Wells. “I’m attending to someone.” The man he was attending to had been robbed at knife-point while drawing cash from the automatic cash dispenser at Bennington’s Bank. “He stuck a knife in my back,” said the complainant, “then he grabbed the money and ran. By the time I’d plucked up courage to look around, he’d gone.” “Was he short, tall, fat, thin, white, yellow, or what?” asked Wells. “All I can tell you is he was a bloody fast runner,” said the man. “He went off with my money like a dose of salts.” The phone kept ringing. “Excuse me a moment, sir,”
