“Oh, just a girl,” the doctor said vaguely. “Just an ordinary-looking girl. I did not notice her much, except that I thought she looked white and shocked, as no doubt she was, poor girl!”
“No doubt!” the inspector assented. “How was she dressed, doctor?”
“Dressed?” the doctor echoed in some surprise. “Well, I don't take much notice of dress myself. Just a dark gown, I think.”
“No hat?”
“No, I don't think so. No, I am sure she hadn't.”
“Do you know where she works?”
“Didn't know such a person existed until this afternoon. I know nothing about her,” the doctor said, shaking his head.
The inspector coughed.
“Um! Well, that will be all for the present, doctor. It is probable that you may be wanted later, and of course possible that Mrs. Bechcombe may wish to see you.”
“I suppose she has been told?”