CHAPTER 20INSPECTOR BULL left the Bulls’ semi-detached villa in Hampstead at half-past seven o’clock that morning. He had got in three hours’ sleep, a bath, a shave and a clean shirt. He had also got a report of the young woman on duty with Mary Winship, who was still asleep. Mr. McGrath had been persuaded to go to his own room and go to bed shortly before five. The rest of Number 4 Godolphin Square was apparently quiet and apparently secure.
Bull’s first call was in Wimpole Street. He found Sidney Copeland at breakfast.
“I want to talk to you about Mrs. Winship’s illness, sir.”
“I’m not the physician, you understand? I’m a surgeon. But I did discuss it with him at length. It’s a psychotic disturbance, Inspector. In effect, an allergy upsetting her vasco-motor system. Apparently connect
