The Welshman began sniffing as soon as he stepped into the room, and after a sharp look round he glanced suspiciously at Gently. ‘That’s not Gold Block, man, I do know,’ he said. ‘Chanel.’ Gently pretended to leer. ‘There’s still some glamour left in being in homicide.’ ‘You’re telling me, man. And I only let you out of my sight for five minutes. Tell me, what would be my chances of getting a transfer to the Central Office?’ Gently waved an airy hand. ‘It needs personality,’ he replied. ‘But I’ll give you the scandal in a minute. Tell me the news from Somerset House.’ Evans dropped down on the chair which had lately been occupied by Mrs Askham. ‘There isn’t any, man,’ he said. ‘News disgusts them over at that place.’ ‘It’ll require a day or two, will it?’ ‘You take the words out of their mouth. Nearly laughed at me they did when I told them I’d be waiting. I see now why you went to Dorking.
