Sergeant Peters arrived at the house while Deputy-Constable James was being quietly entrance, though DC James would probably find his picture on the front of the late edition of the Laverstone Times. He nodded to PC Brandsford on the door and went inside, nodding to Eric Chambers, the pathologist, was stood in the kitchen with a cup of tea. "Who is it?"
"Harold Wilkins, a widower of 54. Lawst seen at the Queen's Arms at 9:30 PM and found by Mrs. Wilkins at 7:30 this morning."
"She didn't see him come in from the pub?"
"No. Mrs Wilkins is his daughter-in-law. She lives two doors up." Chambers raised his cup. "She makes a nice cup of tea."
Peters looked around. "Where is she now?"
"She went home. WPC Acton is looking after her. She was a bit shook up,"
"I see. Where's the body?"
"In the scullery. You go through tat door." Chambers indicated a board door nect to the fridge. "I've done as much as I can until you lot have finished and I can move the body."
"Right. Peters filled in his notebook. "Cause of death?"
"Continual blunt force trauma to the head."
"Any idea what the weapon was?"
"I know exactly what the weapon was, but best you see for your self. It's one for the books, this."
"Oh?" Peters gave him a quizzical look and went through to the scullery where he could see the reason for both Chambers' amusement and James' distress. Quite apart from the blood, which had run down the front of the tumble drier and pooled across the floor, the murder of Mr. Wilkins was the most unusual he'd ever come across. He'd been gaffa-taped to the front of the tumble drier with his head inside, his index finger shaved to the bone to fit into the door mechanism. From the slump of the body it was clear that the head had been removed.
"It's inside," said Chambers, standing in the doorway, "along with a pair of red stiletto shoes. He was battered by shoes and tumble-dried to death."