Our informants, of course, were the crows. We managed to raid on both occasions before the villains had time to dispose of several hundred yards of the incriminating 16mm, and around 145 pairs of panties, which were visibly not his-far too small!
Matching of photographic or stolen panties to previously-filmed ladies fell to the crows. They were quite magnificent and faultless in their endeavours, and we had to allow 5 per cent of that year’s pea and vegemite crop to be written off without penalty for their consumption. The farmers were compensated by our sell-off of cinematic assets to Hugh Hefner.
We threatened the men with a visit to His Honour, or a visit to a 10% sample of the young ladies’ addresses armed with a police cane and an instruction to give the bearer six of the best-this to be spread over a 2-month period.