"Nobody's hurt", Natty promised with a slight sigh. "I suppose this is quite a petty crime really..." He couldn't help but be apologetic that he'd put it before the Chief Constable.

But it was important to Natty. So he took the proffered seat, and with relative composure explained what had happened. "The only manuscript of a book I've written has been stolen from my home in Pennyworth". He'd been all set to duplicate it... but evidently had been too late. So far, so simple. But this is where things get complicated. "The manuscript includes some confidential paperwork that identifies me as its author. The thing is", he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "officially I am not the author. I am a ghost writer. And it is... of paramount importance to my employer that this fact remains hidden."