For his part, Banks had stayed on in Leeds for a while after Linda had found the photographs. He had offered to arrange transport back to Minton-on-Swain for her, but she said she’d like to do a bit of shopping and visit some friends, then she’d take the train back in the evening. Banks first visited Ken Blackstone at Elland Road, where they had trawled through various archives and records, mostly in vain, coming up with an interesting tidbit about the long-dead Chief Constable Crammond, but not much else.

The problem, as Blackstone pointed out, was that it seemed the records had been systematically expunged at some point over the last fifty years. There were no surviving witness transcripts, though supposedly every homosexual with a passing acquaintance with the Hyde Park public convenience would have been questioned, along with a number of undercover police officers and officers placed on surveillance at various periods in the roof of the structure, where they had been able to spy on whatever was going on below. Another quick visit to the Wakefield archive had produced only the stark entry in the occurrence book: “No further action.” What it all added up to, Banks still didn’t know, and he was hoping a bit of a brainstorming session back in Eastvale would go some way toward correcting that situation.

The basic facts, culled from newspapers, were that the man Linda Palmer identified as her second rapist had lived in Hampstead. Only twenty-six years old when he was murdered, Tony Monaghan worked for a London advertising agency, Philby, Leyland and Associates, based in the West End, and he was up in Leeds on company business during the time the incident occurred. At the time of the murder, Monaghan had been wearing a suit from a bespoke Savile Row tailor and a lilac shirt. That had, no doubt, sealed his dismissal as a “queer.”

Monaghan’s body had been found in the public conveniences at Hyde Park in the student area of Leeds. He had been stabbed to death, and his wallet was missing. The prevailing theory was that he had been on the prowl, looking for rough trade, and had found it. The public conveniences were a notorious spot for homosexual encounters, and though homosexual acts between two consenting adults in the privacy of their own homes had been legalized in the Sexual Offences Act that summer, the legality did not apply to public toilets or public acts of lewdness.

According to the date in the occurrence book, the investigation had been dropped after less than two weeks, and Monaghan’s body would have been released for burial. Nothing more of interest appeared, and the photo that had caught Linda Palmer’s attention was the only visual record still existing.