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were all but deserted as I made my way down the highstreet. Through the rain I saw the lights of the cinema; the
cold blue paint of its ageing faade echoing the sky. I
hurried inside. Six-o-clock I would only just have missed
the start of the evening screening. Having bought my ticket,
I entered the theatre.
I stood at the back of the smoky screenroom and
looked down across the red velvet seats. Something was
wrong; where were all the people? The seats were all
unoccupied except for one in the front row where a smartlydressed gentleman sat. Was this the man I was looking for?
He certainly didnt look like the fifty-something I saw in the
picture; he looked much younger. Perhaps it was because
his glasses now lay folded on top of his coat.
The film had already begun; flickering train
carriages flitted silently across the screen. This was a classic
admittedly an older black and white film with no sound
but who needs sound when youve got a good imagination?
The air felt heavy and somehow charged as I found
my seat. The bright light of the projector cut harshly
through the gloom, casting a silver glow over the rows of
empty seats. Just then the gentleman spoke.
Its a quiet night tonight isnt it Inspector?
Through a need to remain undiscovered and collected, came
my reply:
Well, the killers still on the loose. People are
steering clear of the streets after dark.
Even the police Id heard completely at a loss.
Surely an Inspector of your calibre must have some idea?
There must be some sort of pattern emerging if you look
closely enough if you read between the lines
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