‘I need the address of the former caretaker. I would like to pay him a visit this evening.’
‘That won't be necessary. Mr. Mason spends all day and night in the Two Swans, a pub at the end of Kensington Road.’
I didn't give it a second thought and went straight to the pub to chat with Mason.
The Two Swans was an old-fashioned black-fronted building. Upon entering I discovered that it was quite lively inside. I also discovered that they distilled their own gin and that it was strong enough to knock out a horse. As I got closer to the bar the smell became more intense.
‘Do you know a Mr Mason?’ I asked the barman.
‘Hey! Did I hear you asking about Mason?’ Shouted a tall, thin guy with thick bushy eyebrows sitting at a table near the bar.
‘Is that you?’
‘Depends on who wants to know. It
