Luckily for Jack, it didn't take the full two and a half hours he had estimated, to get to the outskirts of Coventry. When he arrived at Onslow and Daisy's he, and even Brian took up their kind offer of a cup of tea and conducted an informal interview with Onslow, while Daisy got her father ready for the 'adventure' she told the elderly man he was going on. This of course, got the barmy old man a bit more excited than Brian or Jack could have anticipated.
This part of the process was relatively easy, it was the fact that they had to return to the Bucket residence and collect Hyacinth, knowing that she was bound to protest, and Jack didn't have the patience for that.
Jack left Brian in the car, Onslow warned the two men that his father-in-law was prone to getting out of police cars and he needed to be watched at all times.
"Mrs. Bouquet" Jack politely asked, knowing it would go down a lot better than calling her 'Mrs. Bucket'."
"What is it now?" She asked when she saw who had called.
"I am going to have to ask you to accompany me to our station, in London."
"London? I'm sorry I am a very busy woman. I am at the helm of this area's social calendar, I am hosting one of my famous candlelight suppers this evening and I have to spend the whole day preparing for it."
"Mrs Buck-Bouquet, I am not asking you, I am telling you, we need you to come with us and help us with our inquiries" Jack said, doing his best not to let his temper get the better of him.
"But why me?" She asked as she did a touch of worry rang through her shrill voice.
"We have reason to believe you lied to us."
"Me? Lie? Ha, I don't think so. Richard, come and tell his man how honest I am." She called.
Her husband bumbled along to the door.
"Oh hello again" he said smiling politely.
"Hyacinth, what are you doing on the doorstep?"He said turning to face his wife.
"Believe me it is not through choice, this man thinks I have lied to the police, dear" she explained.
"Really?" Richard asked equally as shock as she had been.
"We have reason to believe you failed to tell us about your relationship with a potential witness, or possibly even a culprit" Jack said pointing to the two men she was related to, sat in his car.
"Are you being serious?" She squawked, quickly regretting increasing the decibels, in case any passersby had picked up some residue of her self-incriminating conversation with the retired detective.
"Look, either you can comply or I can arrest you formally-"
"Arrest me? How do you think that would affect my Sheridan? Heavens, a mother in prison, how can you do that to such a sensitive boy?" She said overrating as usual, a trait which had rubbed off on her youngest sister, Rose.
"We shan't be putting you into police custody Mrs. Bouquet, we just need you to answer a few questions, believe me it will stand you in good stead."
She turned to look at her husband; a hint of shame was sweeping across her complexion.
"You better go Hyacinth; I'll go round to Daisy's and see if she wants to come with me to London. Make sure you tell them the truth." He pleaded, despite his wife being a huge pain in the backside several times a day; he loved her deeply and didn't want to see her in trouble with the highest authorities.
She didn't reply but simply nodded and timidly followed Jack the car, Hyacinth Bucket had never been so scared before, in all her life.