“Jack Spratt?” she asked, staring at him quizzically. “Have we met before?” “We were in the same year at Caversham Park Junior School,” replied Jack, astounded that she remembered. “Of course we were. You always insisted on being the pencil monitor—a policeman at heart, clearly.” She said it with a slight derogatory air that he didn’t like. “And you were expelled for sewing the school cat to the janitor.”
