Spooky tales from Leicester firm Denham Foxon & Watchorn. Its offices are famous for strange sightings and mysterious noises, and on wintry evenings solicitor Christl Hughes says her waste paper basket has been known to move of its own accord. Mice? Possibly. But Obiter is intrigued by another suggestion.

The car park overlooked by the offices has now been revealed as the grave since 1485 of Richard III. Has the shade of Dick Crookback spent 500 years restlessly in search of good legal advice?