Beyond the kneeling doctor he glimpsed a flannel nightdress and stocking clad legs, one knee bent behind the other. And there was blood, a lot of it, pooled on the rough wooden floor boards where one white hand lay stranded. More blood had splashed over a narrow bottom stair and a spray of it was flung across one whitewashed wall.
The doctor turned, revealing the corpse’s face. Mike flinched. Remembered snatches of gossip and whispers sent his mind whirling