"Well, first of all, the blow on the head had, of course, nothing whatever to do with the death. You saw yourself that there had been next to no bleeding. The wound was inflicted some time after death - no doubt to create the impression of an attack by a gang. Similarly with the cuts and scratches on the arms. They are the merest camouflage."
"Exactly. Your colleague - "
"My colleague, as you call him, is a fool," snorted the doctor. If that's a specimen of his diagnosis, I should think there would be a high death rate in Crow's Beach."
(from Unnatural Death, by Dorothy L. Sayers)
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