“I’ve left orders for the mortuary van.”
“Yes. Thank you, Curtis. You’ll do the post-mortem tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
“I think before I see the family we’ll take a look at the lift. You can get to work in here, Bailey. Try those bruises for prints. You’d better go all over the face. It’s a faint hope but you’d better have a shot at it. Then the skewer. Then come along to the lift. And, Thompson, you get some shots of the head, will you?”
“Very good, Mr. Alleyn.”
Alleyn did not move away from the bed. He stared at the face on the pillow and the single eye in the face seemed, in return, to glare sightlessly at him. Alleyn stooped and touched the jaw and neck.
“No rigor yet?”
“Just beginning. Why?”
“We may have to perform an unpleasant experiment. Is the nurse still here?”
“Yes,” said Dr. Kantripp.