With any luck it was the police surgeon. Maybe he would listen to Daisy, or notice the anomalies for himself. “Here they are now.” With evident relief, Mackinnon jumped up and opened the kitchen door. They heard heavy footsteps approaching and Gladys’s voice. “Oh yes, Mr. Atkinson, the sergeant’s in the kitchen. Isn’t it awful? The mistress is in such a taking you wouldn’t believe.” A large bobby with his helmet in his hands appeared in the doorway, Mackinnon giving way before him. “Constable Atkinson, Sergeant. This is my beat and they told me to come and see is there anything I can do to help. Afternoon, Mrs. Fletcher. A sorry business, ma’am!” “Yes, ghastly,” Daisy said feelingly. “Do you know if the police surgeon will be here soon? I’d like a word with him.” “No need for that, madam,” said Mackinnon, annoyed. “You’re free to leave, and I have your address if we need to trouble you further.” Atkinson looked from one to the other. “Half a mo’, Sergeant, a word in your ear.”
