“What do you think, Sergeant?” he asked, all innocence.“No, it is a fine collection of ledgers, Reg. I recognised a few names on the very first ...age, so I think it unlikely you will see these back again. They will be evidence in some cases, I do believe, if we can find the deceased’s fingerprints on any of these ledger pages. Have you handled them, yourself?”“Oh, not inside; only the outside covers. Excellent, then, if they have some value to you. Take them away, Sergeant, and get yourself home. Just another of the many coppers in Whitechapel at thetime, which is why he's barely been looked at." But what if it wasn't his drinking? What if that was just a cover storyand he was actually demoted because, on the basis of a rumour heard in apub, he led a mob to the home of a man who subsequently committedsuicide? If no evidence was then found that the man in question, arespectable young scientist no less, had committed any crime... Well, youcan see what an embarrassment that would be to the. Some of the people from his neighborhood left and never came back. A couple people did come back and brought stories, sometimes good but usually bad about what was going on in the world. When he was fifteen, his father handed him an airsoft rifle in a make-shift firing range and said "Shoot that target. Get as close to the center as you can." They were both amazed that, even with the inaccurate plastic weapon, he managed to be deadly accurate and consistent. Within a few weeks, he had been. "His buddy came back, they had one more beer and then they left. A couple of minutes later the guy I had been talking to came back in and handed me a small envelope. "There's enough in here to do both of them a half a dozen times. Grind up one pill and mix it in alcohol. It takes about twenty minutes to go to work, but then it will disorient them for up to forty-five minutes. They will be semi-aware of what is going on, but not able to do anything about it. Good luck" and he turned and left.The.