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STATION-OFFICER WILLIAM GRINMAN nearly fell off stool when the call came through. "Come at once to Barmont House—help!" P.c. William Grinman being an extremely alert officer, it was merely a matter of seconds before he had put the police machinery into motion. "I hope nobody's playing a trick on us, Brown," growled Detective-Sergeant Thomas Lanbert as, Constable George Brown behind the steering-wheel, the police car moved swiftly from the station yard round by the church, into the High Street, and thence along the wide road towards the residence of John Waylor. "Trick on us, Sergeant?" asked P.c. Brown. "It's not the first of April!"
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