All In A Day's Work
Detective Inspector Bolton and Detective Sergeant Theakston are on the case, political extremism is rife, violence, threats and illegal fly posting are the bane of Hobbs End and the police have had enough.
The local narks are being strangely quiet, they aren't usually intimidated, but something is definitely up! At every turn the detectives are either ignored or the nark doesn't turn up.
For all intents and purposes life was very normal, but to the detectives it felt like they were being given the runaround. No one was talking and suspicious men unknown to the police were loitering on street corners, they had been noticed.
DI Bolton was tipped off about a demonstration by the Skeleton Army in Hobbs Park, investigating the detectives found them to be fairly inoffensive locals, shouty, a bit drunk, but harmless.
Walking down Station Road heading back to the police station the detectives saw two young narks hanging around, approaching them to ask a few questions the policemen were forced to walk away when confronted by some nasty looking toughs, this was getting serious.
Trying to get back to the police station proved a more difficult proposition than the detectives thought, walking through a passage under the railway line brought the two policemen into Drovers Road, once there it was a short walk to Drovers Yard Police Station.
Half way down is Crossingham's Lodging House, a more dodgy establishment never existed. As DI Bolton and DS Theakstone were passing the ambush was sprung, thugs appeared from everywhere at once. But the police were on the ball and several constables were on the scene in minutes.
Despite the prompt actions of the police DS Theakston was felled by a cudgel and knocked out cold, DI Bolton received several cuts and bruises and will require hospital treatment.
The thugs ran away heading north towards Wells Street, the headquarters of the Hobbs End Communist Party, a great feeling of resentment was felt in the hearts of the detectives colleagues.
The feeling of 'this is not over' festered over the next week, as soon as DS Theakstone was feeling better a visit to Wells Street was planned, officially sanctioned or not, whether the thugs in Drovers Road were Communists or not, a visit was inevitable.
From both ends of Wells Street the police descended on the next Communist Party meeting, truncheons drawn and tempers were high, heads were broken.
A few bloody noses and it was all over, no arrests were made and no complaints were made, the control of the streets are still firmly in the police hands, but the threat was there.
