In his jeep, he picked up his 090 cellular telephone handset and engaged Mortuary on line.
“You will not come to my office again. The old man has made a date with his past fathers. Come over in the morning for your cheque. I am preparing to take the news to the village.” He snapped the automatic mobile phone back inside his breast pocket.
When he entered the Doctor’s office, one look at him, the Doctor swallowed what he had in his mouth.
“You have done the post mortem?” Polycarp asked, sitting down.
“Yes, but I am surprised at the facts the examination have thrown up. I do not actually understand why the body was full of poisonous substance.”
“What type of substance?”
“The clinical observation is cyanide.”
“What does that mean?”
“It is a most effective poisonous substance. The effe
