As Bardin and Conrad came through the cocktail lounge on to the blue-tiled surround of the pool, Bardin said, “I’ve had one look at this, and I can’t say I’m looking forward to seeing it again.”
They joined the group under the diving-board.
“Well, there she is,” Bardin went on, and waved his hand to the water.
Paul looked at the headless, naked body that lay on the floor of the shallow end of the pool. The savage way it had been mutilated made his stomach suddenly contract.
“Where’s the head?” he asked, turning away.
“I left it where I found it. It was on a table in one of the changing-rooms. Want to look at it?”
“No, thank you. You’re sure it’s June Arnot?”
“No doubt about it.”
Conrad turned to Doc Holmes.
“Okay, Doc, I’ve seen all I want to are. You can get busy now. You’ll let me have a copy of your report?”