attempting to take his own life here that in itself will throw pity upon him”. He added.
“Yes indeed Commissioner” she replied adding, “In addition the negligence of the duty officers permitting him to do so will cause us major grief I fear.”
“Yes Chief I am surprised you have not had The Home Office onto you with the Royal connections and such”.
“Belief me Commissioner my phone is hot most days for updates, each time it appears to get worse.”
I regret as far as I know Jack Richards has not been forth coming much, though it may be the officers in the case have to some degree left old Jack out in the cold so to speak,” he said.
The commissioner hesitated then replied “Well I confess he did a great job with the other two previous matters it appears to me you regular cops are using Jack as a last hope when all other avenues fail”.
“Well Commissioner let us hope forensics come up with something to tie Charles Crampton in with the deaths. He is in debt for one thing”.
Changing the subject she then suggested,
“I say Commissioner let us go down to the police canteen and have a quiet drink with a scone and cream, it will be quiet this time of day in the senior officers mess”.
It was also quite in the office of Detective Inspector Pearson, having been so engrossed with his own efforts he had not had time to confer with Jack Richards.
Although thorough, Pearson doubted in the circumstances how Jack might come up with anything. All hopes he was thinking, now rested on the forensic tests.
It also seemed he would require another sergeant has Gibson had just been served with discipline papers as a result of a complaint by solicitor Templeton because of the remarks, to quote his complaint of “solicitors being bent”.
His solace was about to be broken for Coroners Officer Peters was already dialling his number.
He answered “DI Pearson here, oh hello Jock, how can I help the Coroners Officer?”.
Jock realised Pearson was not aware of what wonderful news was about to be transmitted to him.
”Have you not heard sir?”
“Heard what Jock?”
“Well of course about the death of Charles Crampton”.
”Not a bloody word, Christ please tell Jock.
“Around lunch time today Crampton had a visit from the Gestapo; he hadn’t been seen all morning. The family assumed he was lying in or sulking after his being locked up”.
”When a cousin went up there, the door was jammed and to cut a long story short, it was fortunate the handyman was working in the cellar, he came running, forced the door and when cousin Lisa went into the bedroom there was Charles hanging behind the door off a ceiling beam, a chair lying on the floor. It appears that he stood on the chair then jumped off.
“Oh hell so he must have had something to hide, I will bet the forensics will drop him right in the shit, case solved I suspect”.
“Now hold on Sir, let me finish. The two Gestapo chaps were useless, one flaked out the other puked up and they both bolted.
“Please carry on Jock” said Pearson.
“Well who should information room send, none other than Sergeant Smith and Constable Wason”?
“Oh no”
“Yes it gets worse I am afraid, Inspector”
“How could it” asked Pearson”.
”Well to all intents it was a straight forward suicide”. An ambulance came, no sign of life so they brought the corpse straight into the morgue at the Infirmary. I was here with Professor Hallam doing another so she said she would do this one, now Inspector here is the really crap news.
“Dear God, what Jock?” “Don’t say it.”
”Yep, Inspector, Professor Hallam wants CID here now, I can’t say more just get over here”
“I will”
He put down the phone and ran out of the office.
Arriving at the mortuary, he knocked and it was only moments before Jock Peters opened the door, Pearson walked.
Professor Hallam was dressed in full protective clothing, blue disposable top and trousers, with long gloves
“Yes indeed Commissioner” she replied adding, “In addition the negligence of the duty officers permitting him to do so will cause us major grief I fear.”
“Yes Chief I am surprised you have not had The Home Office onto you with the Royal connections and such”.
“Belief me Commissioner my phone is hot most days for updates, each time it appears to get worse.”
I regret as far as I know Jack Richards has not been forth coming much, though it may be the officers in the case have to some degree left old Jack out in the cold so to speak,” he said.
The commissioner hesitated then replied “Well I confess he did a great job with the other two previous matters it appears to me you regular cops are using Jack as a last hope when all other avenues fail”.
“Well Commissioner let us hope forensics come up with something to tie Charles Crampton in with the deaths. He is in debt for one thing”.
Changing the subject she then suggested,
“I say Commissioner let us go down to the police canteen and have a quiet drink with a scone and cream, it will be quiet this time of day in the senior officers mess”.
It was also quite in the office of Detective Inspector Pearson, having been so engrossed with his own efforts he had not had time to confer with Jack Richards.
Although thorough, Pearson doubted in the circumstances how Jack might come up with anything. All hopes he was thinking, now rested on the forensic tests.
It also seemed he would require another sergeant has Gibson had just been served with discipline papers as a result of a complaint by solicitor Templeton because of the remarks, to quote his complaint of “solicitors being bent”.
His solace was about to be broken for Coroners Officer Peters was already dialling his number.
He answered “DI Pearson here, oh hello Jock, how can I help the Coroners Officer?”.
Jock realised Pearson was not aware of what wonderful news was about to be transmitted to him.
”Have you not heard sir?”
“Heard what Jock?”
“Well of course about the death of Charles Crampton”.
”Not a bloody word, Christ please tell Jock.
“Around lunch time today Crampton had a visit from the Gestapo; he hadn’t been seen all morning. The family assumed he was lying in or sulking after his being locked up”.
”When a cousin went up there, the door was jammed and to cut a long story short, it was fortunate the handyman was working in the cellar, he came running, forced the door and when cousin Lisa went into the bedroom there was Charles hanging behind the door off a ceiling beam, a chair lying on the floor. It appears that he stood on the chair then jumped off.
“Oh hell so he must have had something to hide, I will bet the forensics will drop him right in the shit, case solved I suspect”.
“Now hold on Sir, let me finish. The two Gestapo chaps were useless, one flaked out the other puked up and they both bolted.
“Please carry on Jock” said Pearson.
“Well who should information room send, none other than Sergeant Smith and Constable Wason”?
“Oh no”
“Yes it gets worse I am afraid, Inspector”
“How could it” asked Pearson”.
”Well to all intents it was a straight forward suicide”. An ambulance came, no sign of life so they brought the corpse straight into the morgue at the Infirmary. I was here with Professor Hallam doing another so she said she would do this one, now Inspector here is the really crap news.
“Dear God, what Jock?” “Don’t say it.”
”Yep, Inspector, Professor Hallam wants CID here now, I can’t say more just get over here”
“I will”
He put down the phone and ran out of the office.
Arriving at the mortuary, he knocked and it was only moments before Jock Peters opened the door, Pearson walked.
Professor Hallam was dressed in full protective clothing, blue disposable top and trousers, with long gloves
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