Chapter FiveThe religious filled the streets, summoned to worship by a hundred church bells that clattered joyfully in defiance of the teeming rain. Larkin stood on a raised step outside the barrack door with a circle of police officers around him, the uniformed men huddled into their greatcoats and the plain-clothes detectives disgruntled at being called out on a wet Christmas Day. 'And here's Watters now,' he said, 'at last.' 'I was off duty, sir,' Watters excused himself. 'A good officer is never off duty, Watters.' Larkin gave him a reproving look. He raised his voice. 'Now we can finally start. 'There has been a murder here and an attempted murder.' He paused to survey his audience. 'He's making sure we all know how important he is,' Silver said softly. 'Did you say something, Sil