![]() “That will certainly be proof of your suspicions, daddy,” countered Stephanie, “but it doesn’t show why you suspected her in the first place.” “When Forensics gets here, I’m sure they’ll discover the lady’s prints on the knife, and that the drops of blood you can just see on her fingers didn’t come from her but from her victim as she thrust the knife into his unsuspecting breast.” ![]() “But how do you know she killed the gentleman in the next room, sir?” asked Sergeant Watkins. ![]() The room was as luxuriously set out as the adjoining bedroom, with the plushest of carpets, a decadently-expensive chandelier, and amazingly crafted items of furniture such as an ornate wardrobe in the far corner. ![]() ![]() Scotland Yard’s three greatest living detectives, and PC Blunt, stood in a semi-circle around the sitting-room sofa on which was splayed out the naked body of a young woman.Ī wicked-looking, jagged gash still emitting rivulets of blood was the clearest of proofs, even to PC Blunt, that her throat had been cut. ![]()
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