The Frightened Man by Kenneth Cameron Read Free Book Online Page A

right carotid artery has been severed, as we suspected - reason enough for exsanguination, but -’ he straightened and gestured with his scalpel - ‘we must never speculate.’
    - and he cut her —
    He put his eyes close to the wound and worked in it with his fingers. ‘Wound is deepest on victim’s right side, slightly less so in the centre, suggesting a cut from right to left that also tended somewhat downwards, exiting through the left sternocleidomastoid muscle, where I can follow an increasingly shallow incision that ends in a faintly jagged tear hardly visible to the naked eye. I deduce that the point of a blade was inserted on the right, then pulled across - not, let me say, the cut with the long edge of a blade that is suggested by the vulgar gesture of drawing the finger across the throat.’ He then made measurements with a flat ivory or bone instrument - Denton couldn’t tell which - that gave imperial measurements for what he had just said. The deepest thrust, on the right, had gone in more than three inches, actually striking into a vertebra. Parmentier measured the stabs in the torso with the same showy precision, counting fourteen, the deepest five inches. ‘Nine of these wounds show abrasion beyond the edges of the wound itself, in five of the cases the same pattern of ridges parallel with the blade. I take these to suggest - suggest, gentlemen, not prove, not yet - that a large clasp knife was used that, when thrust to the full depth of the blade, brought the end of the handle, and hence the bolsters, into violent contact with the skin, leaving the ridged patttern I have noted - that is, the marks of the bolsters.’
    Then, for the first time, he used his scalpel. With one sweep, he cut the torso from the breastbone to the navel. Denton, with even his minimal knowledge of orchestral concerts, was reminded of a conductor. ‘In the event, what I am now doing is probably redundant, but it pays to be sure. We want to know that the victim did not die of poison or internal damage or any of the vicissitudes that await the human body.’ He handled a lung, cut a slice from it, then straightened, the tissue resting on his left palm. ‘The victim was in relatively good health, in fact, with no outward sign of disease to the lungs or stomach. I shall of course do the kidneys and liver separately. If enough blood remains in the spleen, as I expect it to do, we shall take a sample and test it for the grosser poisons.’ He handed over the piece of lung without looking towards the assistant. A slight smell of something like sewage spread through the theatre.
    ‘Now—’ The surgeon moved down the body. He was still immaculate, had not rolled up his sleeves or put on an apron, as his assistant had. Again, he held the scalpel up as if it were a cautioning finger. ‘To the organs that most interest the police.’ He looked down at the mass of tissue lying on the thighs and at the brutal gashes above it. ‘A crude semi-oval of approximately six inches by four inches has been cut, or perhaps I should say hacked in the abdomen, penetrating the muscle wall and damaging the intestines, although they were not, I believe, the goal.’ He was probing the terrible wound. ‘The spleen is untouched, sheer happenstance. Small intestine is perforated in at least three places, slashed right through in at least one; this isn’t our primary concern. Rather than damage to these organs, what has been so crudely attempted is an excision of the womb, cutting it - or perhaps tearing it, I cannot yet tell - loose from its connections so that it could be exvaginated through the vulva. In short, the most primitive sort of methods have been used to, as it were, surgically remove the most female parts of the body.’
    He reached up inside and —
    He then handled the tissue lying on the thighs, slit the exvaginated portion and opened it out. Denton was reminded of a fish or a bird spatchcocked for broiling. Around him, men were making