‘No, Sir. But a double-edged knife. One stab to the heart. Death instantaneous.
Such a lovely face. Who’d have cause to kill him?’
‘Time of death?’
‘Two to five hours.’
‘Right. I’ll see you at the PM. I’ll go see how his wife’s doing. Wonder the poor old dear didn’t have a heart attack.’
The Inspector moved into the next room where the wife was sitting calmly cleaning her nails with a paper knife, a double-edged one.
She looked up at the Inspector and smiled.
‘It was just one nag too many…’