"Inspections?" Conroy sneered, "If you were really here for inspections, those vultures wouldn't have gathered outside, sniffing around. You're the Sheriff, not an idle bystander. You have the responsibility to disperse these people, now, immediately!"
Conroy's attitude was so resolute that it brought beads of sweat to Murphy's forehead.
He felt quite uncertain, especially after seeing Arthur go up to the third floor and not return for a long time. He had no idea what was happening upstairs.
Conroy did not want to personally disperse the reporters, and naturally, as Sheriff, neither did he.
After all, no one wants to be in the papers thanks to those chatterboxes, becoming the laughingstock at teatime across Britain.
