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then turned to the doctors.

      ‘Is it electrocution, do you think?’

      ‘Looks like it,’ said Curtis. ‘Have to be a p.m. of course.’

      ‘Of course. Still, look at the hands. Burns. Thumb and two fingers bunched together and exactly the distance between the two knobs apart. He’d been tuning his hurdy-gurdy.’

      ‘By gum,’ said Inspector Fox, speaking for the first time.

      ‘D’you mean he got a lethal shock from his radio?’ asked Dr Meadows.

      ‘I don’t know. I merely conclude he had his hands on the knobs when he died.’

      ‘It was still going when the housemaid found him. Chase turned it off and got no shock.’

      ‘Yours, partner,’ said Alleyn, turning to Fox. Fox stooped down to the wall switch.

      ‘Careful,’ said Alleyn.

      ‘I’ve got rubber soles,’ said Fox, and switched it on. The radio hummed, gathered volume, and found itself.

      ‘No-oel, No-o-el,’ it roared. Fox cut it off and pulled out the wall plug.

      ‘I’d like to have a look inside this set,’ he said.

      ‘So you shall, old boy, so you shall,’ rejoined Alleyn. ‘Before you begin, I think we’d better move the body. Will you see to that, Meadows? Fox, get Bailey, will you? He’s out in the car.’

      Curtis, Hislop, and Meadows carried Septimus Tonks into a spare downstairs room. It was a difficult and horrible business with that contorted body. Dr Meadows came back alone, mopping his brow, to find Detective-Sergeant Bailey, a fingerprint expert, at work on the wireless cabinet.

      ‘What’s all this?’ asked Dr Meadows. ‘Do you want to find out if he’d been fooling round with the innards?’

      ‘He,’ said Alleyn, ‘or – somebody else.’

      ‘Umph!’ Dr Meadows looked at the Inspector. ‘You agree with me, it seems. Do you suspect—?’

      ‘Suspect? I’m the least suspicious man alive. I’m merely being tidy. Well, Bailey?’

      ‘I’ve got a good one off the chair arm. That’ll be the deceased’s, won’t it, sir?’

      ‘No doubt. We’ll check up later. What about the wireless?’

      Fox, wearing a glove, pulled off the knob of the volume control.

      ‘Seems to be OK,’ said Bailey. ‘It’s a sweet bit of work. Not too bad at all, sir.’ He turned his torch into the back of the radio, undid a couple of screws underneath the set, and lifted out the works.

      ‘What’s the little hole for?’ asked Alleyn.

      ‘What’s that, sir?’ said Fox.

      ‘There’s a hole bored through the panel above the knob. About an eighth of an inch in diameter. The rim of the knob hides it. One might easily miss it. Move your torch, Bailey. Yes. There, do you see?’

      Fox bent down and uttered a bass growl. A fine needle of light came through the front of the radio.

      ‘That’s peculiar, sir,’ said Bailey from the other side. ‘I don’t get the idea at all.’

      Alleyn pulled out the tuning knob.

      ‘There’s another one there,’ he murmured. ‘Yes. Nice clean little holes. Newly bored. Unusual, I take it?’

      ‘Unusual’s the word, sir,’ said Fox.

      ‘Run away, Meadows,’ said Alleyn.

      ‘Why the devil?’ asked Dr Meadows indignantly. ‘What are you driving at? Why shouldn’t I be here?’

      ‘You ought to be with the sorrowing relatives. Where’s your corpse-side manner?’

      ‘I’ve settled them. What are you up to?’

      ‘Who’s being suspicious now?’ asked Alleyn mildly. ‘You may stay for a moment. Tell me about the Tonkses. Who are they? What are they? What sort of a man was Septimus?’

      ‘If you must know, he was a damned unpleasant sort of a man.’

      ‘Tell me about him.’

      Dr Meadows sat down and lit a cigarette.

      ‘He was a self-made bloke,’ he said, ‘as hard as nails and – well, coarse rather than vulgar.’

      ‘Like Dr Johnson perhaps?’

      ‘Not in the least. Don’t interrupt. I’ve known him for twenty five years. His wife was a neighbour of ours in Dorset. Isabel Foreston. I brought the children into this vale of tears and, by jove, in many ways it’s been one for them. It’s an extraordinary household. For the last ten years Isabel’s condition has been the sort that sends these psycho jokers dizzy with rapture. I’m only an out of date GP, and I’d just say she is in an advanced stage of hysterical neurosis. Frightened into fits of her husband.’

      ‘I can’t understand these holes,’ grumbled Fox to Bailey.

      ‘Go on, Meadows,’ said Alleyn.

      ‘I tackled Sep about her eighteen months ago. Told him the trouble was in her mind. He eyed me with a sort of grin on his face and said: “I’m surprised to learn that my wife has enough mentality to—” But look here, Alleyn, I can’t talk about my patients like this. What the devil am I thinking about.’

      ‘You know perfectly well it’ll go no further unless—’

      ‘Unless what?’

      ‘Unless it has to. Do go on.’

      But Dr Meadows hurriedly withdrew behind his professional rectitude. All he would say was that Mr Tonks had suffered from high blood pressure and a weak heart, that Guy was in his father’s city office, that Arthur had wanted to study art and had been told to read for law, and that Phillipa wanted to go on the stage and had been told to do nothing of the sort.

      ‘Bullied his children,’ commented Alleyn.

      ‘Find out for yourself. I’m off.’ Dr Meadows got as far as the door and came back.

      ‘Look here,’ he said, ‘I’ll tell you one thing. There was a row here last night. I’d asked Hislop, who’s a sensible little beggar, to let me know if anything happened to upset Mrs Sep. Upset her badly, you know. To be indiscreet again, I said he’d better let me know if Sep cut up rough because Isabel and the young had had about as much of that as they could stand. He was drinking pretty heavily. Hislop rang me up at ten twenty last night to say there’d been a hell of a row; Sep bullying Phips – Phillipa, you know; always call her Phips – in her room. He said Isabel – Mrs Sep – had gone to bed. I’d had a big day and I didn’t want to turn out. I told him to ring again in half an hour if things hadn’t quieted down. I told him to keep out of Sep’s way and stay in his own room, which is next to Phips’, and see if she was all right when Sep cleared out. Hislop was involved. I won’t tell you how. The servants were all out. I said that if I didn’t hear from him in half an hour I’d ring again and if there was no answer I’d know they were all in bed and quiet. I did ring, got no answer, and went to bed myself. That’s all. I’m off. Curtis knows where to find me. You’ll want me for the inquest, I suppose. Goodbye.’

      When he had gone Alleyn embarked on a systematic prowl round the room. Fox and Bailey were still deeply engrossed with the wireless.

      ‘I don’t see how the gentleman could have got a bump-off from the instrument,’ grumbled Fox. ‘These control knobs are quite in order. Everything’s as it should be. Look here, sir.’

      He turned on the wall switch and tuned in. There was a prolonged humming.

      ‘…concludes the programme of Christmas carols,’ said the radio.

      ‘A

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