- two police vans full of men in white paper suits (Lady Bracknell's weakness for detective fiction leads her to believe that they are probably members of a SOC team);
- one police car, crammed to the gunnels with uniformed officers; and
- one unmarked car containing two plain clothes detectives.
One of the vans is parked on the pavement outside Bracknell Towers. So close to the retaining wall is it situated that Lady Bracknell experienced some trouble in reaching her own front gate. So much so, that her bag of groceries bumped the side of the van. Whereupon the heads of several officers turned in her direction in a somewhat sinister manner.
Thinking better of her initial impulse to knock on the window of the van and declare, "It's a fair cop, guv: I'll come quietly", Lady Bracknell hastened indoors to dictate this blog entry to her editor.
The vehicles have not moved. There is no immediate evidence of wrongdoing of a nature sufficient to warrant such a large police presence on the street outside. (Unless the local constabulary have decided to take littering a great deal more seriously than they have been previously wont to do.)
Should Lady Bracknell ever get to the bottom of this mystery, she will enlighten her readers as soon as the opportunity presents itself.
Two hours later
All but two of the vehicles have just driven away at speed. So many drove away, in fact, that Lady Bracknell is forced to conclude that more must have arrived whilst she was cooking and eating her broccoli. Two cars remain: one marked, and one unmarked.
Fond though Lady Bracknell undeniably is of trees, she could wish for just a moment that the enormous oak in the front garden had shed its leaves overnight as its luxurious foliage has obscured her view of developments. Prior to the swift departure, various officers carried blue plastic crates - contents not visible to her ladyship - out of the house opposite and deposited them in the back of a second unmarked car. Doubtless these contained evidence of some kind.