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‘That’s because I don’t need one, for either murder.’
‘Can’t ignore the coincidence, though.’
‘Can’t convict on coincidence, though.’
‘And you know that. Puts you in the frame, puts you well in the frame. You’re always around when people get their brains removed forcibly from the inside of their head.’
‘Where else would you remove them from?’
‘Point to you.’ He
‘I see no point at all, Chief Inspector. Especially since you’re forgetting one thing. You’re forgetting that if you kill someone you’ll definitely not get your money back.’
‘Perhaps you didn’t consider that when your temper was well up.’
‘I didn’t consider it because I didn’t kill them. I didn’t kill Williams and his wife and I didn’t kill Kerr. Felt like it, but that’s not a crime. Besides which, Kerr wasn’t buried, he was left out in the open, the Williamses were buried.’
‘A minor difference. The main point is that you have the motivation in both cases, you have the passion that was required in both cases, and you have the physical strength to carry out both murders, and you have the strength to dig the shallow grave.’
‘I didn’t kill them, or Kerr.’
‘Let me pick your brains.’
‘I didn’t know Englishmen believed the Irish had brains.’
‘People like Joyce and Yeats and one or two others I could name, you mean? A hole?’
‘They come in all shapes and sizes.’
‘In the ground.’
‘Where else?’
‘This time of year, local soil, six feet long, three feet wide, three feet deep.’
‘Yes…I can see that.’
‘How long would it take to dig?’
‘Depends.’
‘On?’
‘On the person, or persons, on the equipment…a weak person with a trowel would take a week, a man with a mechanical digger would take ten minutes.’
‘Could it be dug in the hours of darkness at this time of year? Say six hours?’
‘Possibly. A grave digger takes a full day to dig one grave.’
‘Could you do it? The hole I described, I mean?’
‘Possibly. But I didn’t.’
‘No?’
‘No. Will that be all? I’ve got a business that’s nose-diving.’
‘Yes. For now.’ He
‘So long as you bring it back.’
He
He saw the media being kept at bay by a blue and white police tape, all anxious to get footage and photographs and to see the Williamses’ bungalow which was not unlike many thousands of similar bungalows in the United Kingdom. It was the interior of the building that mattered, yet here, for no reason that He
‘Anything, Yellich?’
‘Yes, boss. Something of great importance, something very solemn.’
‘Oh?’
‘It’s a murder scene.’ Toby Partridge peered at He
‘Mr Partridge.’ He
‘Doctor.’ Partridge smiled. ‘I’ve been doctored, oh yes. And this is as fine a murder scene as ever you’ll find. Oh, yes.’
‘You see what first put me onto it was the smell of bleach, even now you can discern it, but a few days ago it must have been overpowering.’
‘It was,’ He
‘Oh, it’s more than that, oh yes.’ Partridge danced about excitedly. ‘I mean, what householders use bleach in this quantity? Few, I’ll be bound. The point is that here something has been cleaned up. This house is a sanitized crime scene, oh yes, very much so. Then it was ransacked, but before it was ransacked it was the scene of a dreadful crime. So we ask ourselves, what has been tidied up?’
‘A murder. Don’t tell me.’
‘Oh, I should think so. More than one, really. Can’t fully sanitize a crime scene, very difficult, oh yes, oh my, yes, very difficult.’ Partridge twitched nervously, rodent-like.
‘You’ve made your point.’ He
‘Little, little…little.’
‘What?’
‘Specks…little…little…little…but everywhere.’ Partridge waved his arms about as if conducting an orchestra. Tiny…tiny…specks.’
‘Of?’
‘Oh, blood. Oh yes…lots of them. The bleach has clearly cleaned up most of the mess, but blood has a habit of getting into the smallest of cracks, the most minute hole will be a home for a spot of blood. Found a lot under the carpet.’
‘A lot?’
‘Microscopically speaking. Under the edge of the carpet. A little in the cracks between the skirting board and the floor. There are two main areas of blood. Here in the hallway where we stand, at the entrance to the main bedroom. A lot of blood…microscopically speaking, we found around here…in all directions…the other main area is in the living room, just through here.’ Partridge pushed between Yellich and He
‘What does?’
‘Blood. See.’ He pointed to the ceiling. The person who cleaned this area of the home looked down, and all around, but didn’t look up. There.’
‘I don’t see anything.’ He
‘Well, there isn’t anything to see.’
‘Dr Partridge…’ He
‘With the naked eye.’
‘But with the aid of a lens held at close quarters, small specks of blood have been located.’ He smiled an aren’t-I clever, smile. Taken samples, of course, sent them off to the forensic science laboratory at Wetherby. Of course.’
‘Of course.’
‘Went off by courier just before you arrived, boss,’ Yellich explained. ‘We’ve also got a latent.’
He
‘It could belong to one the Williamses, but it’s worth checking. Plenty of evidence that the person or persons who ransacked the house wore gloves, but there’s a very recent looking latent in the bathroom.’
‘Very recent,’ Partridge said. ‘Noticeably more recent than any other latent and also different. The latent in question is a “loop”, being one of the four classifications of fingerprints: “loops”, “whirls”, “arches” and “tented arches”.’
‘I know that.’
‘Well, all the other prints in the house are “whirls”, as if the Williamses, as a family, all had “whirls” as their fingerprint type, but the recent latent was made by someone with prints of the “loop” category. I pointed it out to your Scene of Crime Officer, he’s lifting it now.’
‘It’s a promising point, boss,’ Yellich said defensively of Dr partridge. ‘We have a house full of fingerprints of the “whirl” type, a lot of prints made with gloved hands, and then one, just one, “loop” print in the bathroom.’
‘If it was our man, who’d want to search a bathroom? What could be hidden in a bathroom?’
‘Either he was being thorough, or he didn’t search it. He took advantage of the facilities while he was in the house. It’s been known before, burglars having loose bowels during a burglary, induced by the fear and tension of the act.’