Calling all holiday lovers, welcome to Passports Please, the podcast that hacks your holidays.

I'm Chelsea, also known as the cheap holiday expert online.

And I'm James, the one that just loves a holiday.

Fancy, finding out how to blag your way through a city break without a plan?

Covered.

Wondering what you should do if you ever forget your passport?

Speaking from experience, James.

No comment.

So grab your headphones and your carry-on and let's make your next trip unforgettable for the right reasons.

Passports, please, is available to listen wherever you get your podcasts.

For the best part of an hour and a half, the two men sat opposite each other in a small,

dimly lit room.

They smoked, made small talk, did the crossword, and occasionally, as bouts of boredom took

him, Johnny had a little snooze, as Albert kept him fed and watered with a steady supply of tea and toast.

Earlier in the afternoon of Monday the 28th of February, 1949,

39-year-old John George Haig, a respected director of an engineering firm, who was Johnny to his

pals and Sonny to his beloved parents, had once again volunteered his time to assist the police

following the disappearance of his good friend, co-tenant, and prospective business partner

Mrs. Henrietta Durand Deakin, who he had reported missing.

Interview Room 3 of Chelsea Police Station was barely big enough for two men, let alone four.

So being just 8 foot square, with no windows, a small table, and only one door, as Chief Superintendent

Thomas Barrett and divisional Detective Inspector Shelley Symes had stepped away. Detective

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