Taking a cup of tea from the station canteen to his office, Yarrow began to read through the files on his desk. He had sorted them into two piles, New Inquiries and Inquiries Proceeding. Investigations Completed files were sent down to Archives in the basement, a realm guarded by a troglodyte called Sergeant Maurice Capstone, of whom it was rumoured had rarely, if ever, left the archives since his appointment as Archives Officer seventeen years ago and had certainly never ever been seen outside Endeavour House in daylight.
However, Maurice Capstone had an encyclopaedic knowledge of just about every single case file amongst the hundreds that had been deposited there over the years, case files that filled the endless yards of dusty shelving that lined the walls and down the narrow aisles of
