FIVE
Gingerly Dr Sexton touched the bandages that covered the wounds on the back of his head.
‘I reckon you’ll have a stinker of a headache for quite a few days, sir’ observed Inspector Horace Wisden gravely. He was a big man with a face like a rumpled pillow which housed a pair of kindly brown eyes.
‘Yes. But I suppose I should be grateful that the brute didn’t kill me.’
‘Too true,’ replied the inspector in a distracted fashion as he turned over the pages of his notebook.
They were sitting in a small office in Newfield House. It was here that Sexton had been bandaged by one of the medical orderlies after it had been established that he had suffered only surface wounds. He had then been interviewed by Wisden who had arrived on the scene with a body of men shortly after the alarm was g
