It was called neighbourhood policing. PC Frimp had found a puppy cowering in the old phone box on Cornelius Avenue and carried to each front door in the street, hoping to find the owner. But no one he talked to seemed to know anything about the dog. PC Frimp began supect a conspiracy of silence.
At number 23, although the lights were on in every room in the house, no one answered the door bell. The policeman bent down and looked through the letterbox...
