My thanks Trapio for your welcome back. I have replied to your p.m.
Since posting earlier the old grey cells have been working and think you might be interested if I expand on the tale I told.
Being a Saturday the high courts were not in use and we would all tramp into the court room. The Detective Chief Superintendent would sit in the judges seat with his deputy beside him. All the Detective Chief Inspectors, representing all the divisions in the city would occupy the seats normally used by the jury and we would find seats wherever they could be found. So the 'Saturday morning prayers' as we called them would begin.
DCS Baumber, as he was, would take each division in turn and query the circumstances of each of their ongoing serious crimes and how each enquiry was progressing. In principle it was a good idea for we were all so engrossed in affairs of our own division that we had scant idea of the serious matters elsewhere and there was an outside chance that anyone of us may have gleaned some information that we could share and hopefully help the specific enquiry along.
Baumber was king and he knew it. On one occasion I recall that on one division a robbery had occurred where a couple were attacked in their home, bound and robbed. The circumstances were outlined by the Detective .Chief Inspector of that division and a resume of how the enquiry was going. Now we all knew that the king did not look favourably on the D.C.I and queried what had been found out about the hairs, found at the point of entry to house, on a window pane. The immediate reply was flannel, for the DCI knew nothing of any hairs, that we all could appreciate by his reply ,that the hairs belonged to the dog of the home. Baumber came straight back by saying that there was no dog in the household when he had attended and demanded a better update at the following weeks prayers. Heck that man had his fingers on the pulse of the department and ruled it accordingly.