Mike hurried inside. The hall was empty but the kitchen beyond was not. He rocked to a halt, mouth dry.
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
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
