THIRTEEN
‘She was discovered by an ARP Warden on his way home. He usually takes a short cut across the park and found the body lying on the pathway. Apparently she had been killed in the bushes…’
‘But the murderer dragged the body out here so that she’d be discovered very soon,’ said David Llewellyn finishing the uniformed sergeant’s sentence for him. He’d been called out of bed early that morning by a telephone call from Deputy Commissioner Bradshaw. ‘It looks like our friend has started his work again, Llewellyn. I reckon you’d better take charge of the business from the start. Get yourself down there pronto.’
And pronto, with the aid of a police driver, he had got himself down to Camden and the little park where the poor girl, Doreen Maberley, had been found.
‘I still don’t understa
