MLB in the Evening Standard

A drizzly night in Belgravia and the streets are deserted. A cab pulls up before Eaton Square’s stuccoed columns. The passenger in the back is metres from her front door — but drenched in De Beers and toting a £10,000 handbag, she doesn’t feel safe walking the distance alone. Thankfully she and her neighbours have their own immaculately turned-out private ‘policeman’ on speed dial to escort them safely home, an ex-copper or soldier who keeps an eye on their properties all day and who, should an ‘incident’ occur, has the power to arrest the perpetrator and launch his or her own investigation.

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