The black and cream Rolls Royce Silver Wraith drew up in front of the clubhouse, drawing an admiring glance from Balderstone as he directed the car to a parking spot.
The driver got out to open the back door of the car and Dr Penrose Gordon-Blood, Home Office pathologist, stepped out and looked around him, wrinkling his nose contemptuously as if detecting a foul smell.
He was a small dapper man, with a clipped moustache bristling below a sharp narrow nose. As usual he was dressed incongruously out his era, with black and grey striped trousers, a long-tailed morning coat, white shirt, crisp celluloid collar, a dark green bow tie and a wide black homburg hat. He dressed for attention, a reflection of his inflated self-importance.
Gordon-Blood was ‘on the list’ as a Home Office approved pa
