“Ah, yes. The Summer of Drugs, we called it. You have to remember, I was a bit of a young fogey, too.” He smiled at Winsome. “Pinstripe suit, short hair, shirt and tie. DS Enderby was the one who drew Chiller’s wrath by letting his hair grow over his collar. Have you talked to him yet this time, by the way?”

“I don’t think he’ll be able to help us,” said Banks. “He only worked with the two of you on the Linda Lofthouse murder, didn’t he?”

“That’s right. He was from your neck of the woods. North Yorkshire.”

“Well, this a West Yorkshire matter, or West Riding, as they used to call it.”

“OK. Shoot, and I’ll see what I can do.”

Banks told him first about Linda Palmer’s visit to Chadwick and the complaint he had seen in the occurrence book. While he talked, Bradley listened intently, taking an occasional sip of tea. When Banks had finished, there was a brief silence.

“Danny Caxton,” Bradley said. “There’s a blast from the past.”

“Still around.”

“Yes, I’ve been hearing about him on the news now and again. Hence the interest, I assume?”

“Well, I think there’s a certain kind of justice in proving someone’s long-ago crimes when they’ve been so arrogant and so bullying they think they’ve got away with them.”

“But it was a different age,” Bradley argued. “The sixties. Especially ’67.”

“That’s what everyone seems to say. Believe it or not, I’ve considered that argument, and the times. I enjoyed the late sixties. The permissiveness was great for young people, but I don’t think it extended as far as rape.”

“You believe this woman’s story?”

“I do. There are others, too, with similar tales to tell. But this one’s my case. I just want to know if you can remember anything about that period in Chadwick’s career, if he said anything to you about it. I know it’s a long time ago, but some little thing might have stuck in your mind.”

“I remember him saying there was a complaint about Danny Caxton,” Bradley said. “I remember that well. It was a hot summer’s day, like we’ve been having up until now. I never saw the girl who made the complaint and, as I said, as far as I know, it never went anywhere. She came in with her mother, I think.”

“So there was no investigation?”

“Not as I remember. Chiller said it was something to do with Blackpool, so not really our case.”

“He said that?”

“Yes.”

“The incident—alleged incident—took place in Blackpool a bit more than a week before the complaint was registered in Leeds.”

“I certainly never heard any more about it. I assumed he’d passed it on to Blackpool or West Lancashire CID. It would have been their call.”