"But," one officer said on leaving, "taking your chicken, that's rough."
Later, an officer telephoned for additional details. He said the pair's methods suggested they might be the same men who had committed a number of robberies in the area over the past few months. He asked me to come to the station and look through mug shots.
So, last Monday I looked through album-sized books of pictures mostly of young men - an amazing number of them actually children.
Turning those pages and studying their photographs is like flowing on a sad current that, like Blake's Thames, seems to "mark in every face, marks of weakness, marks of woe."