The ladies were asked to show the contents of their bags to a policewoman and allowed to leave when they had given their names and addresses to one of the plain-clothes men. The men also gave their names, and after asking the permission of each—in no case refused—one of the CID men quickly frisked them. They, too, were released. But when Drummer Sloman swaggered up to the officers there was some excitement because a pistol was still in his holster. ‘What’s this?’ ‘A .38 revolver,’ replied Drummer. ‘Is it your own property?’ ‘No.’ ‘Where did you get it?’ ‘A friend lent it to me. For the dance.’ ‘For the dance?’ ‘Yeah. Can’t you see this is a Western outfit I’m wearing?’ ‘What friend? What’s his name?’ ‘I’m not saying.’ One of the policemen examined the weapon. It was unloaded. ‘A shot has recently been fired from one chamber of this revolver.’ ‘Go on!’ said Drummer cheerfully. ‘Did you fire that shot?’ ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ There was a long tense pause.
What do You think about Death On Allhallowe’en (1988)?
