seemed almost old enough to have been around in the resurrectionist days, but was he really suggesting the body had been dug up for the purposes of theft?
âYou think they might have aimed to sell the body for medical research, is that it?â
The superintendent took a puzzled glance at the decomposed corpse. âNot in its current state, no, sir.â
âThen what is this talk of ghouls?â
âI only mean the standard troublemakers, sir. Larking young âuns and the like. This part of the yard, with the railway embankment, is âspecially popular with such types.â
Groves sighed with disgust. He did not trust the superintendent, who smelled of gin and incompetence, but he relished the feeling of intimidating the man, a precious moment of mastery in the midst of all the confusion. âAll the more reason, I would have thought,â he said, âto make this the area of more frequent patrols.â
The superintendent gulped, genuinely fearful for his job.
âNever mind, man. You heard nothing, in any event?â
âThe embankmentâ¦â the superintendent said feebly.
âMakes it difficult to hear, all right. How long do you calculate it might have taken to dig, then?â He looked at the roughly gouged pit. The top half of the casket had been pried from the earth just enough to allow the lid to be smashed openâwood lay in shards and splintersâand the body dragged out by its shoulders.
âWith a pick and a shovel,â the superintendent said, âand a man or twoâ¦â
âHow long?â
The superintendent did not answer directly. âItâs more the way the pitâs been dug, sir. It donât look like a shovelâs been used, or any other form of implement.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI meanâ¦a manâd be more likely to dig a roughly square hole, separating the grave boards and turning the earth on either side of the plot.â
Groves looked behind him at the disturbed earth, sprayed out in a great fan. âAre you trying to say this pit was dug by hand?â
The superintendent looked reticent. âSeemsâ¦seems something like that, sir.â
âBy a beast?â
The superintendent shrugged. âA beast would have no interest in meat as rotten as this, sir, with all respects to the deceased.â
âThen itâs a man?â
âA man wouldnât punch open a lid like that, but use a lever.â
âSo which is itâman or beast?â
But the superintendent could not answer.
Again the specter of bestial strength had been raised, leaving Groves to wonder if his tour of the cityâs circuses had been so foolish after all. A man and a beastâor a number of beastsâin combination. He remembered the hoofprints in Belgrave Crescent and scanned the area around the grave for more clues, but whereas most of Warriston Cemetery had been planted with evergreensâcedars and cypresses artfully distributedâhere in the lost corner there was an abundance of deciduous varieties, so that the ground was carpeted with decaying leaves and no prints or tracks were apparent.
He watched the photographer curse and splutter at his apparatus, unable to get a clear shot through the fog. Pringle spoke up. âShould we take the body back to the mortuary, sir? Iâm not sure if weâd need a warrant, what with the body already exhumed.â
But Groves disliked the prospect of Professor Whitty or his ilk poking around again and making equivocal observations. âThereâs nothing this body can tell us,â he decided. âAnd itâs against the law to exhume a body after ten years.â
âTwenty years, sir.â
âAye.â Groves felt flustered. âThatâs very well, but all we can do now is return the Colonel to his box and seal him up as best we can. If the family wants a new casket they can make their own arrangements.â
But