He had been used to meeting quite senior officers on equal terms, was a member of Rotary, a man used to dealing with words and with people. The call he had expected came at two o’clock, whilst he was still at Oldford Golf Club. Detective Sergeant Hook from the CID was courteous and unexcited. He understood that Mr Ellacott had already spoken to uniformed men during their routine enquiries that were being made at all golf clubs in the area. This was another matter, still routine, but relating to him alone. It was, however, fairly urgent. Superintendent Lambert would come with DS Hook to see him at home, if he preferred it. Richard said hastily that they could come to the golf club, as soon as they liked. He was only too anxious to help them. They could go into the Committee Room there and be undisturbed. He didn’t expect it would take very long. DS Hook didn’t respond to that. Richard explained to the men he was drinking with at the club that the cares of office had struck again.
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