Constable Fancy’s collecting evidence from his flat while Morse and me brace Valdemar.

[…] sleeping late, playing acey-deucey and cards, fogging the ready rooms with tobacco smoke, […]

Let then the beauty be undisfigured and the retirement unviolated, unless there be reason for believing that rights and interests of a higher kind and more apparent than those which have been urged in behalf of the projected intrusion will compensate the sacrifice.

Turn the disk over, after it has finished.