"Sir," the man said archly, "my men have had to deal with eleven murders over this past weekend alone. We’ve got a racist troll butchering in the East End, and our men are out in cars trying to stop a riot developing. If half of what I’m told about the Squeeze is correct, we’ll be getting a regular wagonload of bodies across the river any day now. And, sir, in the case of Miss Chapman there is a slight complication owing to gentlemen such as yourself. Because of her line of work, certain individuals have let it be known that overly enthusiastic inquiries might reveal rather embarrassing associations. That, of course, makes matters increasingly difficult for us. The disabling of the security monitors in her flat suggests that such an individual might have been involved in her demise, too. Now, sir, we’ll do what we can and I will notify you if we come up with anything. In the meantime, thank you for your statement, which has been most helpful."