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Bill Robinson was going through his mail, tossing every other item straight into the
yellow top. “Clairvoyant At Large” in large red letters caught his eye. On a whim, he kept it
for later.
On the kitchen table over his evening meal, a TV dinner straight from the
microwave, he looked at today’s mail. A gas bill. A credit card statement, he was maxed
out again. A birthday card, for next month, from a US cousin. Coles, Woolworths, and IGA
catalogues. Sometimes it was worth buying in bulk, if the special was good. He looked
around the kitchenette end of the bedsit, assessing the supplies. He couldn’t afford any
more rent on a Constable’s salary. Then, the last item, the clairvoyant advertisement …
“Clairvoyant At Large
Madame Sally Ann offers advice on marriage, business prospects, lucky numbers.
With the help of a crystal ball, tarot cards, and her familiar, she will tell you your future!
appointment!”
* * *
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Bill woke the next morning as the clock radio blared out GOLD FM’s 7 a.m. news.
He’d been dreaming of his future, or non-future, permanently a junior constable doing dull
but necessary tasks. He wanted a breakthrough a career achievement a case that he could
take credit for solving to get promotion to detective constable, and get more interesting and
challenging work.
* * *
This Tuesday morning Bill and his partner Jack Addams were going to another
supermarket hit by the cat food shoplifter. Throughout the western suburbs of Melbourne
for the past three months, a serial shoplifter was stealing small gourmand cat food cans and
sneaking out through the self-serve paying a ten-dollar note for assorted one dollar items
home brand bread and baked beans and home brand milk but nothing for the cat food. The
supermarkets only knew about it because of CCTV footage reviews. The thief usually had
his overcoat collar turned up, and they had no clear photo. In the evening the stores were
sitting ducks for this as they had no supervision of the self-serve areas.
After advising another annoyed store manager to put on more service staff Bill and
Jack sat in the security office upstairs looking through the CCTV footage for the evening in
“Another five hours wasted,” said Bill, after they’d viewed the lot.
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“What we need is a stroke of luck - a clear image of his face - to put on posters
“Somebody’s got to do it, review these CCTV tapes, I suppose,” said Bill, “But I didn’t
join the police force to bore myself silly … if only we could crack this case, we might be
* * *
Four weeks later Bill was going through his mail Monday 7 p.m.; Madame Sally
Ann’s leaflet was still sitting at the bottom of his in-tray on the kitchenette bench. Couldn’t
harm anybody to try, he thought defensively, as he dialled Madame Sally Ann’s number.
“Bill Robinson, I’ve got your leaflet, I was wanting some career advice, well, …”
“I’ve got an unbooked midnight appointment tonight … Around the séance table …
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He wrote down the proffered address, and said: “I’ll be there.”
* * *
The Footscray weatherboard looked decrepit. The garden was overrun with weeds,
the concrete path cracked. He looked at his watch: 11:45 p.m., almost time. He walked
down the moonlit path and rapped the doorknocker. A porch light suddenly went on.
Then a tall woman in long purple robes and lace veil opened the door, and said
“Bill?”
He could smell lavender incense sticks. She moved aside and he entered the front
room, where a séance table stood illuminated by small candles standing here and there.
She motioned him towards a large overstuffed lounge chair, next to a side table
* * *
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“ … and I’ve spent three months fruitlessly trying to catch this cat food shoplifter.
Reviewed over two hundred hours of CCTV footage over three months. Then the thefts
It was 12:31 a.m., and a large black cat wandered into the front room from the
passage.
“There you are Mr Proddy,” said Sally Ann, “I thought I noticed you hanging about
listening in.”
To Bill, as an aside, she said: “He’s my familiar. In the witching hour he hath power
of speech.”
Mr Proddy growled.
Sally Ann got up from her chair and returned three minutes later with a saucer of
fresh cream, saying to Bill: “He’s demanding payment in advance again, his mind’s a
“Well, Mr Proddy?”
Mr Proddy leapt onto the séance table and licked the saucer clean. Then, in high
pitches, as if he were a small boy, he spoke moving his jaw and breathing fast …
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“Thank you for the cream, as you know money means nothing to me. It seems you
have a shoplifter whose cat has expensive tastes, a fussy eater shall we say? And, the
shoplifter was short of money for three months, until four weeks ago. Why not get a list of
registered cat owners from the local council you say it started in Sunshine and find out who
has been breached off Newstart for three months ending four weeks ago? Compare the
Bill eyes had glazed over; he stammered: “You’ve got a talking cat! Unbelievable!
“But we want to help people, not seek fame and fortune. Use our powers for good!”
Madame Sally Ann put out her hand, “A hundred in cash, as agreed.”
Bill handed over five $20 notes, and said: “Thanks ever so much!”
* * *
Bill woke the next morning as the clock radio blared out GOLD FM’s 7 a.m. news.
He was still tired out. He needed coffee and breakfast. He dressed put on his boots and
* * *
At 8:15 a.m. Bill asked the desk sergeant Peter Smith, “Sarge, can I speak to you for
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Peter looking at the half drawn up rosters sitting on his desk said: “I could give you
fifteen minutes at 11 a.m.? Must finish these rosters and post them on the noticeboard
first.”
* * *
At 11 a.m. Bill and Peter were sitting down with mugs of tea in the tea room.
“It’s unsolved!”
“Yes …”
“Perhaps if we got a little cooperation from other authorities … I was thinking of the
local council cat registrations and Centrelink … What if someone got breached who had a
cat?”
“But the newspapers say that federal law now allows access to all sorts of
information with merely an administrative order for police investigations … Might have to
liaise via the Australian Signals Directorate but … They watch over everyone!”
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“Look into it, Bill. Report back to me next week.”
* * *
It was so easy to solve. Bill looked at the two printouts, sorted by surname and first
name, he received two days later, after speaking to Walter Riley of the A.S.D.; getting the
right direct line number took two hours, but time well spent. Walter seemed happy with
helping out as the new funding for the A.S.D. was invested added crime fighting on the
* * *
* * *
Later that day Bill and Jack were in their patrol car outside the address where the
third match lived. As before they first went through the garbage bin, which was out for
collection, searching for gourmand cat food tins. Success! Bill and Jack then walked up to
“Mr Frank Swan?” Bill asked when a middle aged man answered the door. “We
were wondering where you bought the cat food tins that are in your garbage bin?”
“Well I was only at the local Woolworths just last weekend,” said Frank.
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“On information received, we’d like you to come back to the police station and
Frank looked shifty, then ran towards a car parked across the street. Jack arrested
him, catching Frank while he was still fumbling with his keys opening the car-door.
* * *
Bill and Jack both received brief thank you calls from the western suburbs area
managers of Coles and Woolworths. The more interesting duties started three months
later, after Bill had commenced a detective constable course at the police academy. Frank
Swan was sentenced to three months jail twelve months later, but immediately released as
he’d already served that time on remand. And his cat was adopted out.