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probably need to stay here until the day shift arrive.  I’ll do another recce around the rest of the building, although there was nothing obvious first time.’
    Just as Buglass finished his sentence, the Bakelite phone on the table started to ring, an old fashioned brring, brring.  Buglass, who was closest to it, looked down at the phone, then up to Saul with a quizzical expression. ‘Should I get that?’ he asked.
    ‘Yes, get it!’ said Saul, obvious annoyance in his tone.
    Buglass picked the ringing phone up and said ‘Hello.’ into the handset.  He looked up at Saul again, surprised, holding the phone away from his ear.  ‘It’s someone asking for you?’ he said, proffering the phone over to Saul.
    ‘For me?’ Saul asked, perplexed as he walked towards Buglass.  He took the phone from him and said ‘Who is this?’ into the receiver.
    ‘Do I have your attention, Mr Saul.’ asked a male voice, clipped and precise in intonation into Saul’s ear.
    ‘Pardon, who is this?’ Saul reiterated.  Harris and Darrie came closer to the phone too, picking up on the confusion in Saul’s tone.
    ‘Who I am is irrelevant.  Why you are here is not irrelevant.  Why the body is here is not irrelevant.  Why the container is here is not irrelevant.  So, I ask you again, do I have your attention Mr Saul?’ the voice reiterated, calm and measured.
    ‘You have my attention, what can I help you with?’ asked Saul while acting out a writing mime in the direction of Buglass and then mouthing ‘Take notes!’ to him silently once he finished the sentence.
    ‘I was really hoping you could help me Mr Saul.  You see, I am in a bit of a predicament.  I have certain information which relates to the murder of the gentleman lying on the floor in front of you, but have reason to believe that you will not act on that information willingly.’
    Saul’s eyes were darting between the men in the room in front of him, a dozen questions visible in them all at once.  He plumped for ‘Why don’t you think we would act on the information willingly.  If this is a murder, any information you may have that could assist our enquiries would be invaluable.’
    ‘Oh it is most definitely a murder, it is just that someone has already been convicted and incarcerated for the crime.  Unfortunately, it is the wrong person and a gross miscarriage of justice has taken place.’
    Saul paused for a moment and put his hand over the receiver.  ‘Buglass, are you getting this?’ he said quickly.  Buglass nodded.  ‘Darrie, can you quickly ring HQ, give them this address and see if they can get a trace on the call?’  Darrie nodded and backed off out of the room.
    ‘So, just to be clear in my mind.  Did you set this scene up to attract our attention so that we would listen to the information you have?’
    ‘Just to be clear Mr Saul; I wanted to attract your attention, but yes, I set this up.  I have it on good authority that you are an excellent detective, fastidious in the detail with an unwavering moral compass.  I believe that while the information I have is important, if I were to simply visit the station and offer it openly, it would just be disregarded.  To be honest, I do not have sufficient evidence to back up what I know.  Now you, on the other hand, given the right encouragement, have the skills to be able to gather that evidence.’
    ‘Sir, I would like to inform you at this point that your actions in setting this scenario up could in themselves be considered a criminal act and may lead to prosecution, you are aware of that?’
    A humorous, resonating laugh broke out of the phone, startling Saul to move the phone from his ear.  Buglass and Harris heard it too, their expressions becoming even more bemused.
    ‘My dear, dear Mr Saul, please be assured that I fully understand the implications of my actions.  Thank you for your candour in pointing them out.  Equally, I am also aware that you have sent one of your