‘Should you have dug it up, then?’ ‘No. I should have left it to be examined properly by a forensics expert. In an ideal world. But I’m not a miracle worker, woman, just a plodding ex-policeman trying to do the best I can in less than ideal circumstances. The rain is pelting down and has already washed away who knows what evidence. Then there’s Watson, here, and doubtless other animals around who might take an interest. Sheep are odd animals and can be very curious.’ ‘And there’s Duncan Andersen, panting to dig up the whole area in search of Viking gold. He caught a glimpse of that watch, I’m sure, at least enough to see the colour. All right, I take your point. If we had all of Scotland Yard here we – that is, you – could conduct a proper investigation. As it is, shall we get back to the tents? I’m freezing again.’ The rain had settled down to the sort of steady drizzle that can go on for days. Even Watson had lost his enthusiasm for a walk and splashed along as disconsolate as the rest of us.
