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Chapter 6: The Hospital, 1920-3
He was sitting pondering yet another cup of tea with Grant, when DC Sedman finally poked a slightly nervous nose round the door to his cubbyhole. “Morgue on the phone, sir. They’ve autopsied that body from Mile End. Dr. Max is excited. He said you would be, too, and you’d better get down there.” He smirked at Alec’s moue at the verbatim message. “And he says he’s off to the golf course in an hour and it’ll have to wait ‘til tomorrow if you can’t do it now.” He retreated like a supplicant in front of a pharaoh, without turning his back. “That’s not good,” said Alec. “Come on.” Alec hated the smell of the morgue. The clinical, chemical finality of it tended to lodge in his stomach and linger for hours. It made him feel unclean. Looking at the bodies as they lay in their naked state, drape
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