Harry Bond's flat was part of an old house A detective from 'S' District was waiting at the top of the stairs with a key in his "I'm Detective "Good afternoon, sir," he said. Sergeant Hawkins. I was lucky one of neighbours had an extra get started then," I said. The flat was in a mess. In the living room, the chairs were upside down, and papers and pictures were the floor, and even the TV set was damaged. It was the same in the bedroom. All Harry's clothes were in a pile on the bed When we went into the kitchen, the fridge was open The ice had melted onto the floor. There were broken pieces of cups and saucers, plates and glasses around it "Who did this and what do you think he was looking for?" Hawkins asked Something of value, that is certain," I replied. "You stay here and do a search and I'll talk to some of the neighbours. There was no reply when I knocked on the first door. I had better luck on the ground floor. A woman with grey hair opened the door just a little. She looked nervous Who are you she said. "What do you want? I showed her my police card. She opened the door a little wider. I would like to ask you some questions about Harry Bond. Were you friendly with him?" I hardly ever saw him. He was always out Do you know if he had a job?" Not him. When he came out of prison, they found him several jobs but he never kept them