The 1950soccupants had been the local doctor, his wife, and their two youngdaughters. Tragically all four had been murdered during a robbery thatwent ...orribly wrong. The perpetrators had been caught and sentenced tolife imprisonment. (They were, in one sense, fortunate to escape hanging,which had only just been abolished in the UK).By the 1950s, the family once so extensive and prominent had dwindled toa mere handful. As the doctor had never got round to making a will, ittook quite some time to. "That made life awfully difficult," she said with a grin, "because I so often had sympathy with the girls who had done something wrong. School rules can be so stifling." I know what you mean," said Mark. "Piffling things like not walking on grass or how many buttons on your jacket have to be done up." Don't you believe it! Girls' schools are even worse and so much is to do with sex. Talking to men or, even worse, to boys, is utterly verboten. We'd been so beaten down that when we had a friendly. Do what he wants and give him the fuck of his life. I'll make the call and tell you where to meet him. Now, back to work." Yes, Miss McPeak," smiled Penny, "will there be anything else?" A lot more," laughed Vickie, "but for the moment I need a secretary."As always, Laurel and Cindy met their mistress at the door, nude."What's for supper?" asked Vickie noting that the angry whelps on Laurel's back had almost disappeared."New York Strip, baked potato and Caesar salad," responded Laurel."Ah, my. Ah. So he's just being a bastard."Yes sir, I understand."Jones nodded. "Good."Jones looked back down at a new file on his desk. It had just come out of the official packaging from Washington. Two days ago I would have asked to see it. I would have wanted the case. Now I just felt lucky to keep my job."Dismissed," Jones said without looking up.I walked from the room.I eyed the bullpen and the jingling phones on the way to my office ... it had suddenly taken on a new meaning.I slipped into my.