Show him in.’ It was the following morning, and Ravenscroft had arrived at the police station to interview Leewood. The constable opened the door. An elderly gentleman, dressed in working clothes and adorned with a snowy white beard, shuffled into the room. ‘Good morning, what can I do for you?’ asked Ravenscroft, looking up from his papers. ‘The name’s Sanderson, Albert Sanderson. I am one of the lamplighters,’ replied the visitor. ‘Ah yes, Mr Sanderson, I thought I recognized you. You were present at the Lamplighters’ Ball if I recall.’ ‘That’s what I’ve come about. Got something to tell yer.’ ‘Then you best take a chair, Mr Sanderson,’ instructed Ravenscroft. His elderly visitor accepted the seat. ‘Yer must excuse me, sir, if I appears to look at yer in a funny way. It’s on account of me being boss-eyed, like.’ ‘Boss-eyed?’ ‘Me squint.
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