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allegedly left for America on the Sunday but what she had been doing in the meantime she never said. She was in a rather strange mood when she arrived and though things went well enough at first, by the time the weekend was over I was seriously worried. She never left the house but stayed inside all the time, drinking heavily, watching television, playing records, and talking wildly. Sexually she made increasingly bizarre demands upon me, not I felt for her own physical satisfaction so much as my humiliation. When I suggested she ought to be thinking about leaving, she became abusive and said things like, they would need to carry her out of there for all the neighbours to see. Last night she was the worst I had seen her. When I tried to reason with her, she produced this gun and said something about this being the only thing that spoke any sense. I know nothing about guns so I had no idea if it was real or loaded or anything. She aimed it at me and said it would be nice to have some company when she went. Just then the doorbell went and when I went downstairs to answer it, I found it was Philip Swain, her husband. I was naturally taken aback but also in a strange way I was quite relieved to have someone else to share the responsibility with. It just all came spilling out how worried I was and it must have got across as genuine, for instead of throwing a jealous fit, he came upstairs to see for himself. As soon as she saw us together, she became quite hysterical. She was laughing madly and screaming abuse and waving the gun, first at us, then at herself. I went towards her to pacify her and she put the gun under her chin and said if I came any closer she would kill herself. I was still uncertain whether the gun was real or not but I could see that she was in such a state she was likely to press the trigger unawares so I made a dive at her. Next thing the gun went off and there was blood and flesh and bone everywhere. I'm afraid I just collapsed and after that everything was a blur until I awoke this morning and found myself in the Infirmary. I can see now that Gail was a highly disturbed woman and was always capable of doing damage to herself or others. But I blame myself entirely for what happened last night. If I had acted differently and called for professional help instead of trying to disarm her myself, perhaps none of this would have happened.
    Signed: Gregory Waterson.
     
    After his second reading, Wield stood in silence for a while.
    'What's the matter?' said Waterson. 'Not the right format? Get it typed up any which way you like, Sergeant, and I'll sign it.'
    Gathering his wits, Wield said, 'No, sir, it's fine. Will you excuse me?'
    He went out. A ward sister had appeared at the desk, a stout woman with a smile of great sweetness which switched on as he approached and identified himself.
    'I met Mrs Waterson a moment ago,' he said. 'Is she not on this ward?'
    'No. Women's surgery. Did you want her?'
    'No. At least not now. I'd like a telephone, if I could.'
    'In my office, just down there.'
    'Thanks. Any idea when Mr Waterson will be discharged?'
    'You'll need to ask Dr Marwood. Shall I get him? He's just down the ward.'
    'Yes, please.'
    He went into the tiny office and dialled. He identified himself to the switchboard operator and asked to be put through to Dalziel. A moment later Pascoe answered the phone.
    'That you, Wieldy? Look, the Super's in with the Chief. Anything I can do to help?'
    Quickly Wield filled him in.
    'Oh dear,' said Pascoe. 'No wonder you sounded relieved to get me.'
    'It's not quite the same story as Swain's,' said Wield, in search of a silver lining.
    'No. But it's a bloody sight closer to it than Fat Andy's version,' said Pascoe.
    'You don't think he could have got it wrong?'
    'Are you going to tell him that?'
    'I'm only a sergeant. Chief Inspectors get the danger money,' said Wield. 'Went all right, did it, your big moment? Corks popping and such?'
    'I got a cup of instant coffee. Is Waterson