indicated she needed more insulin. I saw her twice last week and told her to step up her dose each time.â
âAh.â
âI should have thought it would have done the trick myself â surprising it didnât, really â but you never can tell.â
âNo.â
âAnd of course she lived alone. Then if you do go over the edge of safety thereâs no one there to haul you back.â
âShe might not have acted upon your advice,â pointed out the coroner, always able to find something to cavil at, and well-used to doctors who wondered if they should have done more.
âIâll have you know, Chestley, that patients are usually more obedient than clients.â
âJust as well,â riposted the man of law neatly. âClients who donât take our advice bring in a lot of work. Yours only die.â
This response set up quite a different train of thought in the general practitioner. His tone changed completely. âBob, Iâm sending my junior partner round to see you.â
âPeter McCavity?â
âIâve persuaded him to consult you at last. Took a bit of doing.â
âI can believe that.â
âHeâs â er â got himself into a â er â little difficulty.â
âAgain?â
âYes.â The doctor sighed. âYes. Again.â
âThe old problem?â
There was a pause. âIâm very much afraid so.â
âThe dog it was that died, eh, Sloan?â said the Superintendent thoughtfully when the detective-inspector got back to the police station.
âSo Constable Crosby says, sir.â Sloan toyed with the note he had made.
âAnd how did he find out?â
âPoking about in Ridley Road,â said Sloan, looking out of the window.
âPoking about?â
âDigging,â supplied Sloan uncomfortably.
âWhere?â
âMiss Wansdykeâs garden.â
âHeâll be the death of me, that boy, one day,â breathed Leeyes.
âOf us all,â said Sloan feelingly.
âNot so much as âby your leaveâ?â
âNo.â
âAnyoneâs permission?â
âNo.â
âSearch warrant?â
âWouldnât know what that looked like, I dare say.â
âJust went along with his spade?â
âShouldnât be surprised.â
âAnd his bucket,â said Leeyes, âlike he was at the seaside?â
âProbably.â
âWhat will the neighbours say?â
Taking this literally, Sloan flipped his notes over. âOne of them gave him a cup of tea â a Mrs Stroude. She confirms that Miss Wansdyke spent the whole of Friday evening looking for the dog. She heard her whistling and calling until quite late. And she saw her out and about early Saturday morning ditto.â
âBy which time the dog was dead and buried?â
âPresumably.â
âWhere?â
âNot far from a small compost heap at the bottom of the garden.â
âCrosby knew where to look?â Leeyes sounded disbelieving.
Sloan cleared his throat and said carefully, âHe tells me that on one of his training courses they had a lesson on how to identify disturbed ground.â
âWith pictures, I suppose,â grunted Leeyes. âWhen I was a constable we were supposed to work that sort of thing out for ourselves.â
âYes, sir.â Disturbed ground always meant something, all the same. The archaeologists knew that.
âJulius Cæsar was here,â said the Superintendent, âand all that.â
âYes, sir.â
âSo he knew what to look for?â
âHe found the dog,â said Sloan elliptically.
âThe dead donât bury the dead,â said the Superintendent.
âNo.â Sloan acknowledged this immediately. âFrom what he says there seems little doubt that someone â¦â
âPerson or persons unknown,â intervened