each of them a few terse questions and Pringle took a list of names and addresses. The professors were called one by one to a vacant storeroom beside the Chancellorâs office, andâfortified by his contempt for such lettered eccentrics, who knew nothing of the real worldâGroves passed much of the afternoon conducting curt interviews and meaningfully jotting notes.
There were a couple of these learned gentlemen, rivals no doubt , whose attitudes I did not like, they tried to look upset, but I knew Smeaton was not popular, and I could read on their brows the word âdeceit.â
âAny ideas, Inspector?â Pringle asked later.
âNothing I am willing to admit at this stage.â
The professor of forensic medicineââWhitty by name and natureââaccompanied them in a carriage to the mortuary. âA body in three piecesâ¦â he mused, shaking his head. âA case, it would appear, in which the body is as much a puzzle as the murder.â
Groves frowned at the inappropriate mood. âA grand thing, sir, that you look upon this business in such a way. I assure you that this is no game.â
âI can only pray,â said the good professor, âthat the culprit shares that sentiment.â
The preliminary death certificate had been signed by the police doctor, subject to amendment, the manner of death listed simply as âdecapitation by means unknown.â An unusual âexpression of feelingâ had been appended to the bottom of the sheet: âMost Curious.â
âThat barely begins to describe it,â said Professor Whitty, once he had peeled back the sheet and examined the pieced-together corpse under hissing gaslight. He pointed at the compressed head. âObserve the mandibleâ¦the way itâs been all but forced through the upper jawâ¦the collapse of the septumâ¦and the ragged character of the tears to the throat. Itâs difficult to conceive of this as having been perpetrated by a normal man.â
âHow so?â Groves asked through a tightened throat. There was the penetrating odor of carbolic disinfectant in the air.
âItâs as if the body were some sort of doll, made of rags and ceramic, picked up by a spiteful child, squeezed around the arms, bitten around the headâ¦and torn simultaneously in three directions.â
âYouâre not suggesting this was done by a child, sir?â
â Cum grano salis, Inspector. But stillâ¦the enormous power it would takeâ¦â Whitty tapped a pencil against his chin. âAnd acts of unusual strength are invariably linked to passions of exceptional magnitudeâ¦â
âA madman?â
âIâm not certain,â Whitty admitted. âThe intensity of this hatredâ¦I find it difficult to attribute this to a human being.â
âYouâre saying it could have been an animal, then?â
âDid you find any evidence of an animal in the vicinity?â
âOnly hoofprints.â
Whitty pursed his lips. âI was thinking more of a saber-toothed tiger.â
But Groves could not quite read his tone. âYou canât make any conclusions, is that it?â
âNot on a superficial examination, no, and to go further Iâd need a warrant from the Fiscal. Though it seems to remind me of another recent case.â He glanced at Pringle. âYou remember that man brought in last month?â
Pringle nodded. âThe lighthouse keeper?â
âAye. The way his face had been gouged from his skull?â
Groves interjected. âWhat man was this?â
âA case of Chief Inspector Smithâs,â Pringle told him. âYou must remember, sir. The man walking his dog by Duddingston Loch?â
âHe was a lighthouse keeper?â
âRetired.â
âA murder of profound savagery,â Whitty explained. âAnd like this requiring a formidable strength. As if a pitchfork had