‘So what is your news?’ ‘A fascinating case, Mr Pluke,’ began Meredith. ‘First, the girl’s physical appearance, you’ll need this if you’re to get her identified. White skin, five feet six inches tall, that’s 165 centimetres; taller than average. Well built, thirty-six inch bust and hips, twenty-eight inch waist. Not slim by any means. Very good physical condition, no operation scars and every indication of being well cared for – nails in good condition, nicely manicured without any varnish, good natural teeth and hair all in first-class condition. The hair is thick and blonde, bobbed to just below the ears, not a fashionable or very expensive cut, Mr Pluke, not according to my secretary anyway. She has blue eyes, no spectacles or contact lenses. No ear-rings and her ears are not pierced. No lipstick or discernible perfume, no rings on her fingers – in fact no jewellery of any kind. Somewhat unexpectedly, she is a virgin, unusual for a woman of her age, if I may be so bold.
