“Psst, psst, psst! Johnny it’s Fordy” says a voice. “I need to talk to you quick”.
This was to be my introduction to Detective Ford. A bloke I later decided not to like very much at all.
I was sitting at that half a mile long bar we earlier described as running along the Swan River, making up a part of the Raffles Hotel. I was seated alongside my likeable cousin John Jennings, Detective Jennings.
John stood up from the bar and moved his ear closer to Ford. He soon came back to me and motioned that I follow him out to the foyer.
I immediately realised our quiet meeting and the drinks we were enjoying were at an end.