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mattered now.
    â€˜Please—’ Donny began.
    â€˜It happened just round the corner,’ said a little woman who stood with the crowd; short, thin, with sharp features and very bright, browny eyes. ‘The devils! If I had my way I’d horsewhip them. There must have been a dozen of them, and when I saw them set about her out there in the open, I thought the world was coming to an end. Two of them held her arms behind her and one pushed her hair over her face and made it hang down while another one used a pair of shears .’She gave that word a touch of horror. ‘I thought they were going to murder her!’
    â€˜Do the police know yet?’ asked Rollison.
    â€˜There were two just round the corner, but it was done so quick no one had a chance to call them. You know what’ll happen, don’t you? Those devils will cover up for each other, the cops won’t be able to pin a thing on to any of them.’
    Throughout all this, Leah went on sobbing. Now Donny turned and led her into the room where he had cut the Toffs hair. He closed the door. He did not tell the others to go back to the salons, but one after another they went, and the little woman talked angrily to the queen at the cash desk. Rollison joined them, and when he had a chance, asked quietly: ‘Who is the girl, do you know?’
    â€˜Oh, yes. That’s Donny’s Leah.’
    â€˜I don’t quite understand you.’
    â€˜His daughter,’ the little woman said tartly. ‘The youngest of his kids. Proper apple of his eye, Leah is.’
    â€˜What was she to enter?’ Rollison asked.
    â€˜Oh, the Beautiful Hair competition,’ answered the queen, and touched a leaflet close to her till, then picked one up and handed it to Rollison. ‘She had such lovely hair, Leah did, she really had a chance to win, and she’d set her heart on it.’ The queen looked really distressed.
    Then, two policemen arrived …
    Rollison left them to their task, and went out to his Rolls-Bentley. No one was near it, for the crowd was gathered about the doorway of the shop, hopeful of sensation and excitement. Rollison did not get into the car at once, but walked briskly to a telephone kiosk some fifty yards away. He saw no youths, and no one appeared to take any interest in him. He dialled Whitehall 1212 and asked for Superintendent Grice; soon another man came on the line.
    â€˜I’m sorry, sir, Mr. Grice is out. Who is that, please?’
    â€˜Rollison.’
    â€˜Oh, hallo, Mr. Rollison!’ The voice brightened into eagerness. ‘I don’t think Mr. Grice will be long, and I know he’s hoping to hear from you. Where can he call you?’
    â€˜I’ll call him again,’ said Rollison. ‘Meanwhile here’s a message for him. One of Donny Sampson’s daughters was attacked just now, and all her hair cut off. Ask Mr. Grice to ask the Division not to make too much fuss about it, will you?’
    â€˜Why not, sir?’
    â€˜I think it might have been done to impress me,’ said Rollison, ‘but it might be a good idea to let everyone think it was a personal quarrel between Leah Sampson and some Teddy Boys.’
    â€˜I’ll pass the message on, sir, but why do you think it might have been done for your benefit?’
    â€˜That’s just one of the problems,’ said Rollison, mildly. ‘Good-bye.’ He rang off, and went out and turned towards the Rolls-Bentley. Even from here he saw that the door was open, and next moment he saw two small boys bouncing up on the seats, one at the front and one at the back. He remembered turning the key in the lock; so how had they got in?
    As Rollison drew nearer, one of the boys turned and spotted him. Each was out of the car in a flash, and went racing along the road towards the nearest corner and out of sight.
    â€˜Little devils,’ Rollison said, but wasn’t even slightly amused, for he was still