Inspector White watched as the Mayor counted out the proceeds of the charity fund raising dance at the manor. Harold had dumped the ticket money on the kitchen table under his watchful eye and left to sort out the baby who had been woken by the 'Slippery Eels' and their celebrated ceilidh. Both 'Breast Cancer Awareness' and 'The Laverstone Police Benevolent Fund' were due to get a substantial donation from the takings. Many people had been more than willing to pay the ticket price to get a look inside Laverstone Manor.
William Chapman licked the tip of his finger and counted a stack of tenners into three piles. "Poor, poor, me," he muttered over and over again.
White leaned across. "Don't forget the three hundred for the band," he said, frowning when William took £150 from each of the two charity piles. "What's the third pile for?"
"That's my evening appearance fee," said the Mayor. "Official duties don't come cheap, you know."
"I see, sir." White nodded. "Mind you aren't mugged on the way back to your car."
The mayor laughed. "Who'd mug me with all these policemen around?"
"No idea sir. Would you excuse me while I ask my colleagues?"