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R .B.

Why do you miss when my baby kisses me?

R .B. Why does a love kiss stay in my memory?

First you take a heart Then you break a heart

But before you do You make it all for

you Then you give it back You

shouldn't do that

You walk that floor just to think of it.

You see me walk that front, baby, right out of my shoes.

Somebody help me, please.

Tell me.

But you take a heart, then you get a heart.

But before you do, before you,

then you get that back.

Oh, you shouldn't do that.

See me walk that floor, just to thinkin' of you.

You see me walk up front, baby, right out of my shoes.

Somebody help me, please.

Tell me.

Send me.

Sandy, you are crazy!

What's the matter?

Why on earth would anyone want to break into the county council office?

Oh, you tell me, love.

So what was taken?

I don't know that anything was taken.

I couldn't raise anyone.

I'd have to go round there first thing tomorrow.

So how about a nice cup of tea?

Of course.

Teapot. Tea.

Put tea into the teapot, add boiling water and leave to brew.

So, are you going to make me one? No sugar in mine, thanks.

So, what did you get, then?

What I went for.

Is that all?

Plus a few bobbing change, plus these for you.

Postal orders.

You little beauty.

Oh, man, me hand.

Oh, we need to get a doctor to have a look at that, love.

Only not tonight, though, eh?

All right.

You've got in mind, eh?

Hmm?

And these drawers were locked, were they, Miss Paxton?

Well, put it this way.

They should have been.

Only there's no sign of forced entry, you see. Yes, I do realise that,

Constable.

How much were these postal orders worth?

About £30, I suppose.

Anything else been taken?

Some petty cash.

But apart from that, it's impossible to tell until everything's been put back.

And Lord knows how long that's going to take.

Thank you.

Sorry. You got a moment?

Yeah, sure.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

She's back.

Anyway.

Whoever it was.

Didn't get away completely unscathed then.

Obviously not.

How did it happen?

Well, actually, Dr Rowan, I was trying to slash me wrist, you know, and I never

was a good aimer.

Oh, yeah.

I suppose we should be grateful it wasn't your throat you were trying to

We saw doctors be like you, Dr Rowan.

How many doctors have you known?

Oh, one or two, you know, in me time.

So what was it you did this on?

Oh, I just got it on some wire, you know.

Some barbed wire.

See, there's this place I go to sometimes.

It's an old railway bridge, you know.

It's where I've always gone.

When I want to be alone.

When a train was coming, we'd stick our heads over the side and right into the

steam. Yeah, and end up with a face full of foot hurt.

Not to mention the odd cinder in the eye.

But what has this got to do with you cutting yourself?

Well, that's what happened, you know.

Oh, right.

So, will I make it through the night, do you think?

Have you had any tetanus jabs recently?

No, I don't think so.

Well, get them to give you one at the hospital, will you?

Hospital?

It needs ditching, Sandy.

Can't you do it?

Well, I'd really like a specialist to take a look at it.

I hate hospitals.

And nurses.

Vampires in drag, I call them.

Until you need one yourself, right?

Where did all that crap about railway bridges come from?

Well, what do you want me to tell her, Vinnie?

That I cut this on from gap because I was breaking and entering last night?

Besides, it's not crap.

No? No.

They're in the railway bridge and I do go there sometimes.

Won't be long.

Let's get down to the real business of the day.

Get your second gear around, mate.

Yes, look at this.

Well, that depends on how many post offices I can check in one morning.

Are you later, then?

Yeah, much later, probably.

Hello? Is Constable Rowan there, please?

I'm afraid you've just missed him.

I can get in touch with him, though, if it's urgent.

Well, I suppose it could be urgent. It's Miss Paxton from the County Children's

Department.

They seek him here, they seek him there.

His clothes are loud, but never swell.

It will make or break him, so he's got to buy the best. Because he's a

follower of fashion.

And when he does his little round, round the

boutique.

Of London town.

Eagerly pursuing all the latest bad trends.

For he's a vegetative follower of fashion.

Oh yes he is.

So did she say what had gone missing?

Confidential file.

She said it could be urgent.

Well, I suppose I'd better get myself round there. Oi!

Oh, we'll see one.

I've got something to show you.

Well, can't it wait?

No, it can't.

What are you going to do about that?

I paid an arm and a leg for that bird. You can't afford to lose money like

not when you're nearly an old -age pensioner. What happened to it?

It got attacked on the way back. Got as far as the loft and it dropped dead.

What shot, you mean?

No, it's clobbered by a flaming ferrogrid.

If you'll pardon my French.

The poor thing.

Oh, thanks for your sympathy.

But your sympathy ain't going to bring it back to life, is it?

So what do you want me to do about it?

Well, you're what's nothingly called the law around here, aren't you?

And peregrines are what you might call an occupational hazard for pigeons,

aren't they?

I see. So basically what you're telling me is you're not going to do out?

Basically what I'm telling you, Claude, is I've more important things to worry

about than your late lamented pigeon.

So if you'll excuse me.

I don't know why I bother bringing my problems to your husband.

Not much point in dealing with a monkey when I can go straight to the organ

grinder.

Thank you, Beryl.

So what makes you think this file was stolen then, Miss Paxton? Because it was

numbered. And I do know my own filing system, Constable.

Well, could it have been put in the wrong place when you tied it up?

The very first thing I thought of.

So we checked absolutely everything, but it's just not anywhere to be found.

So what was in it?

Basically, relevant details and documents concerning an adoption handled

department. What, names and addresses, that sort of thing? Yes.

Information which is regarded as strictly confidential, for obvious

So what's the name of this child?

Well, that's why I called you, Mr Rowan.

Because without that folder, we don't have the name of the child.

Or the name and address of the people to whom the child went.

I know, if that file gets into the wrong hands...

They really must be alerted.

Oh, look, there he is.

Oh, look, and it's even got your nose, Vinnie.

Greengrass wants to report a what?

A murder, Sarge.

This isn't another of your elephantine little jokes, by any chance, is it,

Ventress? You never said anything about elephants, Sarge.

Right, Greengrass, would you like to take it through?

The door. Shut it.

A murder, Greengrass?

One of me best birds.

Look at that.

It's a flaming peregrine falcon that's done that, you know.

That moor's infested with them.

And were there any witnesses to this foul deed?

Oh, yes, very amusing. But it's no laughing matter to me and my members,

know. You and your members, Greengrass?

Yes, my members.

You happen to be talking to the new chairman of the Aidensfield Pigeon Fancy

Society.

Well, it might have been worse.

They could have made you treasurer.

Oh, yes.

You can sneer. But if you're not prepared to talk about it, there's

others who are, you know.

I'm going to pretend I never heard that, Greengrass.

Because if there's one thing I can stand, even less than a bunch of

it's finding villains like you at the end of them. Now, just clear off before

really lose my temper.

And while you're at it, you can take that with you and all.

Dotted you out then, has he, Claude?

Do you do requests?

If that bum pot ever gets inside my office again, there'll be a lot more

fur and feathers flying round here.

Yes, sir.

Right, one tea.

Sandy, how much longer, eh? I told you, Vinnie, I just want to see him again,

that's all.

Oh, there he is!

Can we go now, eh?

Yeah. All right.

Are you telling me that without that file, the county authority have no way

tracing any of the people involved in the adoption?

Well, that's what this Miss Paxton said.

But there must be some sort of backup file in existence.

Well, I suppose there's no reason to believe anyone would want to come on

So what do you think?

Well, if the object of the break -in was to get their hands on that file, it

could only have been for one thing, couldn't it?

The name and address of the people who adopted the baby.

And my problem is what to do about it.

We don't even know the name of the baby.

Say them again.

Yeah, thanks.

Say them again, please, Gina.

Who have you got up there?

Georgie's vampire brother?

That size 12 boot you can hear belongs to the dynamic new leader of the

Adenfield Pigeon Fancy's club.

And who might that be?

Would you believe a certain Claude Jeremiah Beringa?

Really?

The mind boggles, though, doesn't it? I mean, I wouldn't trust a dame with a

feather duster myself, never mind at home and pictures.

So what are they up to?

Between you and me, certainly something I'd say.

And what makes you think that?

Because me?

The only time it all goes quiet in there is when I go in to clear off the

empties. That's why.

All right, I'm coming!

Thank you.

Now, I think what we have to remember, fellow fanciers, is that all of us have

rights, right?

Right. And sometimes, unfortunately, we have to fight for those rights, right?

Right. Now, what has been happening to our pigeons up on that moor is all

right? Right.

Oh, there you are, Gina.

Heard us at last, have you?

The aged in Sheffield, Claude.

Big, strong lads here, dying of thirst, and my clack thinks it's something it

said.

Say him again, Izzy. Yeah.

Twice.

Oh, and a message from your Uncle George for you, just in case you need to

attract my attention any further tonight.

He is right in thinking, Izzy, that you lot are fully covered by insurance.

You what?

Well, he says, you do realise you're going to be getting a bill if them

you're making in the ceiling get any wider.

Right, well, what I was saying was, before we're interrupted, I honestly

it's time for action, because if the powers that be aren't prepared to do

think it's time we did.

Right? Right.

Right. Oh, by the way, there'll be a raffle afterwards for the refreshments.

What are you looking for?

Keith, the van.

Try me jacket.

What are you on for?

I thought I'd go for a ride.

A ride?

Where to?

Just a ride.

All right.

When did you pass your test?

See ya.

Okay.

Can I help you, gentlemen?

Who do we see about making a complaint?

Well, it all depends on the nature of the complaint.

How about wanton vandalism?

Some sort of problem, is there, Ventress?

I should say so.

Oh, well, in that case, I suppose you'd best come through.

Well, I finally managed to track down the post office the orders were cashed

And did they give you any information?

No, not much.

A bloke in his early twenties, apart from that.

Miss Paxton's waiting to see you.

Hmm.

Now, come on, Beryl. Tell the constable exactly what you told me.

Well, I got this phone call, see? About a week, then, from this woman.

Right. wanting the name and address of the couple who adopted this baby about

three years back.

Of course, I didn't tell her. I mean, it's dead confidential, is that sort of

information? Well, I'm sure you didn't.

And after that, well, I didn't think nothing of it until Miss Paxton here

started going on about this file that had gone missing.

And did this woman tell you the name of the baby?

James Elliot.

And the folder that's gone missing seems to have been removed, you see, from the

E section of the adoption files.

When I asked her who was speaking, like, she rang off.

And how old do you think she was?

Oh, I don't know, really.

She didn't sound much older than me.

Adenfield, please.

Yes, Arch.

What, now?

I'm right in the middle of... Kate?

Yeah? Do me a favour, will you?

Drop in at the registrar's, see if there's a James Elliot on the list of

births. Going back how far?

Well, three or four years. If you find anything, let me know straight away.

This is my day off.

I'm supposed to be painting my toenail from going to the hairdresser's.

Here it comes.

Sarge?

Fortunately, we have a likely suspect.

So, how come a nice girl like you's not got a boyfriend?

Who told you I haven't?

Where do you keep him? In the tin box under the bed?

If you must know, he's in the Navy.

Oh, I see.

A girl in every port, then, eh?

Well, put it this way, if he has, he'd better not let me catch him.

Cut off more than his rum rushing, would you? You'd better believe it.

My Auntie Aggie was lost at sea, you know. Was she? Oh, yes, she was.

Washed out to sea on a donkey just off Scarborough. Never seen again.

Oh, that's awful.

Oh, it was even worse than that.

Really?

She got all the holiday money on her. Me Uncle Eli had to come back a day early.

Oh, you wimp. That's what I like to see, all these happy, smiling faces.

You'll soon change that, won't you? I would like a word with you down the

station. Now what have I done wrong?

In grass you must be a mind reader. You took the words right out of my mouth.

Bird's nest?

What are you talking about?

You haven't forgotten our little chat already, have you, Greengrass?

You know, the one about taking the law into your own hands.

That was just me talking, wasn't it? I mean, I was a bit upset because of my

bird.

Were you or weren't you in the vicinity of those nests this morning?

This morning?

We've got a witness who's prepared to swear they saw you there.

Who's he when he's at home?

Lord Ashfordly's gamekeeper.

Rodney Chambers? You can't take any notes of what he says. He's been trying

fit me up for years.

So you're telling us that he's lying, are you, Greengrass?

No, not necessarily. I mean, I might have been about that area, but I promise

you, I never touched any of the nests.

So what were you doing?

Just checking to see how many there were.

What for?

For this letter, I'm thinking of writing to the local papers in my capacity as

chairman of the Aidensfield pigeon fanciers about the callous indifference

the powers that be about what's been happening to our pigeons.

You can tell that to the magistrates.

Ah, if it ever gets that far.

Oh.

And why are you so confident that it won't, Greengrass?

Because I've done no wrong.

And if you're trying to say it was me who's done it, you've got a bit of

making it stick, because the only evidence you've got is circumstantial,

it?

I don't think it hasn't been a pleasure because it hasn't.

None of this is going to stand up in court, Sarge. Not yet, perhaps, Rowan.

Not yet.

But stay.

It's Clay.

It's Clay.

I've just been down to the registrar's office and I found the name James Elliot

with an address.

My sister collected it.

But I haven't got her sister.

Right.

What have you got for me?

There was a James Elliot, born about three years ago to a girl called Thundra

Elliot.

Eight? Sixteen, and unmarried.

You got an address?

Three Arndale Close, Ashfordly, according to the records.

And what about the father?

She refused to name him, apparently.

More fool her.

Right. Where are you going?

I'll check it out with Miss Paterson, see if we can locate the adopting

I've already done that, just after I rang you.

She checked it out with the officer who dealt with the Elliot Cates, and

according to his notes, the child was adopted by a mystery Mrs John Sanderson

over in Whitby.

Look, I wrote down the address.

Here you are, Jean. I know.

The $64 ,000 question is, are the Sanderson's in the phone book?

Five Margrave Crescent.

Sanderson.

No John Sanderson.

Rowan, what are you doing here?

You knew about this yesterday, Rowan, and you did nothing about it.

All I knew yesterday was that a child's file had gone missing.

I didn't know which file until about an hour ago.

But you have an address for the natural mother.

Well, the last known one, yes, ma 'am. Well, in that case, get yourself over

there right away and see if she has anything to do with the disappearance of

this child.

Yes, ma 'am.

And stay in touch.

Yes, ma 'am.

Mr. Elliot?

Yes? P .P. Rowan, Aidensfield Police.

Oh, yes.

Can I have a word?

What about?

Your daughter, Sandra.

I have no daughter.

Something's happened to her, has it?

Can we talk inside, do you think?

Yes, of course.

I just can't believe that she would do such a thing.

But you don't know that it was her, do you?

No, at this stage, we're just eliminating people from our inquiries.

So your daughter no longer lives with you?

Oh, well, we haven't seen her for... What is it now? Going on two years.

Well, do you know where she lives now?

Well, not really, no.

But I thought you lot might have... My lot, Mr Elliot.

What Harold means is that... Well, after we made it clear that there was... You

know, just no way she could keep the baby.

Sandra just went right off the rails.

Never out of trouble after that.

She's been in court more than once.

I see.

In the end, Harold just decided enough was enough.

Have you been in contact since?

No.

Like my wife just said, enough was enough.

Why, did you have a photograph of her?

No.

Sure, I must have one somewhere.

You have children, do you, Constable?

Not yet, no.

Wise man.

You never told me you'd kept her photograph.

No, I know I didn't.

She ruined our lives, that one.

No. We did that, Harold.

Us? Yeah.

Us.

Look, what was done was done. It couldn't be undone, and we should just

made the best of it.

Not tried to pretend it had never happened.

That she'd never happened.

You can't do that to people. Just give up on them like that.

Not when they're your own.

Do we know when this was taken?

About three years ago, Ma.

It certainly fits the description we got from the woman at the nursery.

Copy straight away, please, Sergeant.

Good work, Rowan. And here's Sandra Hitt's file.

She certainly seems to have been busy over the past three years.

Just about everything, including breaking and entering.

Do we have a recent address yet?

Afraid not, Mum. Whenever she's appeared before the court, she's always claimed

to be of no fixed abode.

Oh, I see.

It seems she was never in any kind of trouble until the baby was taken away

her. The parents insisted, apparently.

So not all that surprising that she should try and snatch him back again.

Except, of course, it isn't him that she's snatched back.

Really? I'm afraid not, Rowan.

At least that's what I've just been told.

It isn't the same child.

Well, it can't be.

James Elliot's dead.

He died of pneumonia just a few months after the adoption.

Oh, no.

So the Sanderson's adopted again, did they?

Well, no, as it turns out, they didn't have to.

Shortly after they got James, Mrs Sanderson found she was pregnant

Why, it don't happen.

Does Sandra Elliot know this?

Well, no, she can't do it.

I mean, she hasn't seen the baby since she was a few weeks old.

How on earth is she going to react when she finds out?

Nick!

Couldn't the police sit on this information, at least for the time

Well, that's easier said than done, Kate.

The amount of prepping to have to lift Kate already.

So what are you going to do?

Well, we'll keep up the search and saturate the entire area with these

See what comes up.

Hang on a minute. I know this girl.

You know her? I know her. I treated her yesterday for a badly cut hand.

Well, that's the morning after we had that break -in. Yeah.

Yeah. Well, why didn't you say anything?

Well, why should I know her? Sandy Livesey, not Sandra Elliot.

Well, you've got an address for her. Yeah, I'll go and get it.

Mr. Livdy?

Yeah. P .C. Rowan, Aidenfield Police. I believe you already know my wife.

So?

Is Miffy's Livdy here? No, she's gone. Gone out?

That's right.

And has she taken the child with her?

What child?

A toddler's gone missing over in Whitby.

We've reason to believe your wife might know something about it, sir.

Don't know what you're talking about, mate.

You are familiar with the term aiding and abetting, are you, sir?

Look, none of this has anything to do with me, right?

Can we come in?

All she told me was she wanted to see him again. She never said nothing about

kidnapping the kid.

Did she have the child with her when she left?

Yep.

You didn't think to try and talk her into taking him back?

Well, of course I did.

I did my best too, but the minute my back was turned, she'd opt it.

Was the child all right?

I suppose so.

You suppose so?

Look, I've told you, this has nothing to do with me. I mean, she just turned up

with him.

Did she leave on foot?

No. She took my van.

How long ago was this?

About an hour.

You're quite sure you've no idea where they are?

Well, how could I have? I mean, she just took off.

I never whited off a little beggar in their first life.

Are you saying that you're the father of Sandy's child?

So she reckons, yeah.

Has a bit of a look of me, she said.

I'll need the details of your van.

Yeah, all right.

So when you find her, tell her I want my van back, will you?

Would that be the van you used at the getaway vehicle after the break -in the

other night?

What break -in?

Well, I'll be back to have a chat with you about that later.

Also about those postal orders you cashed.

Mr Roscoe, Mr Brennan.

Looking for me, were you?

It's about the peregrines.

Well, I'm a bit busy at the moment. This is important.

It's new evidence, Mr Rowan.

All right, you'd better come through.

We found it nailed to a post a few yards from another peregrine's nest. It's

obviously been impregnated with something.

What, poison, you mean?

Definitely. The idea being that the falcons had tech it and that'd be it for

them, you see.

So it seems safe to assume, then, that whoever left this is almost certainly

same person who smashed up the first nest. More than likely, I'd say.

See, between you and me, your sergeant over at Ashfordly asked us to keep our

eyes open from now on, up on the moor.

And did you?

We did better than that, Mr Rowan.

We got some pictures of the beggar that set the trap.

Well, this isn't Greengrass.

No, it ain't.

It's Rodney Chambers, Lord Ashfordly's gamekeeper.

Well, why would he want to get rid of the peregrines?

Same reason Greengrass does.

Only in his case, he didn't pigeons he's protecting.

It's Lord Ashfordly's grouse.

Has Sergeant Blaketon seen these?

Not yet, no.

Well, if I were you, I'd take them round to him straight away.

You're going to make his day, you know, knowing Greengrass is off the hook.

Ventress!

Yes, Lord?

Yes, Sarge?

Just get rid of that.

Where shall I put it, Sarge?

The nearest fridge, perhaps.

It's evidence, Ventress, destined to appear as Exhibit A, I shouldn't wonder,

a forthcoming court case.

Any news?

We've circulated the number of the van and the photographs.

Every copper in this part of you should have a look out for her now.

Where would she go, though, Kate?

It's going to be dark soon.

I was just thinking about the thing she said yesterday.

About a place she used to go to when she was a kid to get away from things.

What place?

A bridge over a railway.

Could she have gone there, do you think?

Where is it?

Well, it must be local if she went there as a kid.

And there's only one railway line round here.

Think about a heck of a lot of bridges.

Come on, then.

See, this is my special place, is this.

My magic place.

And you're the first person in the whole world ever brought here.

So from now on, it's going to be our special place, right?

Right?

There should be a turning on the left.

Here we are.

It's the footpath from here.

Hey, there's the van.

Didn't I tell you how good it were?

Just like living in a castle made of clouds, really, where no one can ever

you. You don't want them to.

Hello, Sandy.

What do you want?

To talk.

What about?

What you have in mind to do next.

It'll be dark soon.

How did you find me?

You told me about this place, remember?

It's getting late, Sandy.

He should be in bed.

No.

It's not fair on him, Sandy.

Where do you think you're going to take him?

We'll find somewhere.

With no money.

I'll get money.

What about his mum? What's she going to think?

I'm his mum.

But you're not, Sandy.

Oh, yeah, I am. I'm on accounting for nine months.

Not this little boy.

What do you mean?

This isn't James, Sandy.

This is Stephen.

Don't be stupid.

What's your name, son?

Stephen.

No, no, it's James. It's James.

His name's Stephen.

No, I expect they'd call him Stephen, but his real name's James.

Sandy, James died when he was still a baby.

You're a liar.

Would I lie to you about something like that?

No, no, you're lying.

You're lying!

Nobody wanted him.

Just get rid of it, Vinnie said.

No way, I said.

My mum and dad will help me.

But they wouldn't, would they?

They didn't want him either.

You can't stay here with him, they said. He'll have to go.

But he's my baby, I said.

I love him.

I shouldn't let them take him, though.

See, if I hadn't, he might still be alive.

Are you ready, Cindy?

You really would have thought that somebody would have told me that my baby

dead.

So what do you think will happen to her then, Sarge?

Well, in circumstances, not a lot, I wouldn't have thought.

Kids, eh?

The chairman of the Aidensfield Pigeon Fanciers Association to see you.

Oh, not again.

Oh, he's very insistent, Sarge.

Right, Ventress.

I'll see him.

And what the hell do you want, Greengrass?

Apart from the obvious.

An apology, that's what I want.

Come again.

For the damage to my good name as the chairman of the Aidensfield pigeon

fanciers by your scurrilous and unfounded allegations against me.

Well, let me tell you this, Mr. Chairman of the Aidensfield Pigeon Fanciers. You

have just two seconds to get out of here, otherwise your pigeon fanciers

looking for another ruddy chairman. So get out!

Now!

I tell you, lads, one of these days... You'll swing for that one, right, Sarge?

I'm glad.

What do you miss when my baby kisses me?