assisted him with one of his cases.’
That would be old Edward Lethbridge, thought Richard – the legal grapevine was the best form of advertising.
Lovesey opened a thick file on his desk. ‘The circumstances are unusual, to say the least. The accused is a respected veterinary surgeon, Samuel Parker. He has a practice in the small town of Eastbury, a few miles from here. Mr Parker is forty-eight years of age and was married for fifteen years to Mary, four years his senior.’
‘And how did she die?’ asked the pathologist, keen to get to the heart of the problem.
‘The prosecution allege that he injected her with potassium chloride,’ replied the lawyer heavily.
Pryor’s eyebrows rose, and he looked across at Angela with a look of astonishment. ‘That’s very unusual! I’ve read about a few cases, but never encountered one myself. What were the circumstances?’
‘His wife was bedridden – dying in fact, from cancer of the pancreas. She had discharged herself from hospital some weeks before and refused to be readmitted. She was being looked after by the District Nurses, as well as by her husband, housekeeper and her sister, who is the local pharmacist and lives nearby.’
‘So is your client claiming it was a mercy killing?’ asked Angela.
George Lovesey shook his head. ‘Indeed no. He robustly claims he had no part in her death whatsoever! Furthermore, he emphatically denies that she could have died of potassium poisoning, as there was no way in which it could have been administered.’
He slid the file over to the pair sitting opposite.
‘I think it better if you took this copy of all the depositions and counsel’s advice and studied it yourselves, rather than have me go through the whole story now.’
Richard took the big lever-arch file and laid it on his lap.
‘Obviously, the first medical opinion you obtained will be in here?’
Lovesey nodded. ‘Everything’s in there. I fear that asking you to become involved is a last-ditch effort, but our new leading counsel, Nathan Prideaux, insisted on it. There’s not much time, I’m afraid, so if you could let me have even a preliminary opinion in the next few days, it would be much appreciated.’
A few minutes were taken up with important matters such as an expert medical fee, which was difficult to assess, as the amount of work involved was unknown at this stage, so an hourly rate was agreed.
The business completed, they left the solicitor’s office and made their way back to the car, the vital file clutched under Pryor’s arm. When they were driving out of Stow, he jerked a thumb towards the back seat, where he had laid the documents that Lovesey had given them.
‘We’re not going to look at those until we get back,’ he declared. ‘Let’s enjoy the rest of the day. I told Moira we’d be late and not to leave anything for us for supper.’
Angela gave him a stern look. ‘So I have to go to bed hungry, do I?’
Richard grinned. ‘No, let’s anticipate that nice expert fee we’re going to get. We’ll stop at the Victoria Hotel in Newnham on the way back and have dinner – no expense spared!’
After a leisurely dinner at the old coaching inn, it was indeed fairly late by the time they got back to Tintern, but Angela and Richard could not resist staying up even later to go through the file from Stow.
They took a couple of gin and tonics to the staffroom, where Richard started on the papers. As he digested them, he handed them over one by one to Angela, curled up on a settee opposite.
There was silence for over half an hour, then Angela placed the last sheet on the coffee table and looked at her partner.
‘Well, what about that? Can you do anything for them?’
Richard sighed. ‘Doesn’t look good, does it? Finding that high concentration of potassium in the eye fluid seems to be the main plank of the prosecution’s medical evidence.’
‘So you feel that he must be guilty?’
He shrugged. ‘I know virtually nothing about these biochemical markers. Perhaps Sian has heard of them on this degree course she’s doing?’
Their technician was going every week on day release to Cardiff to do the practical work for her external bachelor’s degree.
Angela uncoiled herself from the settee and announced that she was making for her bed. ‘You can ask Sian in the morning – I’ll bet she and Moira will be agog to hear the details of this one.’
Richard was sitting with a frown on his face, staring at the file on the table.
‘There’s a niggle in the back of my mind about potassium in the vitreous humour,’ he said. ‘Something I must have heard in one of the forensic meetings. It’ll come to me eventually, but I think I’ll go over to Bristol tomorrow afternoon and have a root through the medical school library. That solicitor needs some quick action, if the case is going to trial very soon.’
When they left the room, Richard headed for his study at the back to dump the file and look at a couple of textbooks, in case there was something useful in them. At the foot of the stairs, Angela stopped and laid a hand on his arm.
‘Thanks for a nice day – and a lovely dinner, Richard!’
She leaned forward and gave him a swift kiss on the cheek, then mounted the stairs without looking back. He stared after her until she vanished into her bedroom, then continued on his way to his office, touching his cheek almost experimentally.
‘Well, well, it has been an interesting day!’ he murmured.
Just as Angela had predicted, the other two women in the house soon wanted to hear all about the new case. Pryor had to go up to Monmouth by eight thirty, to carry out two routine coroner’s post-mortems at the seedy public mortuary in the council yard. He was back by coffee time and he and Angela had to tell them all about Samuel Parker, the allegedly homicidal vet.
‘His wife was dying of cancer, but she was being nursed at home until the end,’ he began. ‘No one is denying that he was totally solicitous towards her, as well as arranging for two District Nurses to come in twice a day – and having help from their housekeeper.’
‘Don’t forget the sister, the local pharmacist,’ Angela reminded him.
‘Yes, Sheila Lupin, the one who started the allegations in the first place. She was a spinster who owned the village’s chemist’s shop.’
‘So is this going to be one of those mercy killings?’ asked Moira.
Richard explained that the prosecution wanted to establish that a ‘mercy’ motive was a smokescreen for Parker’s deliberate desire to get rid of his wife, but that the accused himself denied there was any killing at all and that Mary had died of her cancer.
Sian almost intuitively anticipated her boss. ‘Another woman involved, I’ll bet!’ she exclaimed.
‘That’s what the sister claimed,’ said Angela. ‘Though she sounds a nasty bit of work. According to the statement of one of the nurses, who has known the family since they were children, this Sheila Lupin always had a down on Samuel since he married her sister.’
‘So what exactly happened?’ asked Moira, leaning forward in her chair, eager to hear the details.
‘The nurse had just left, having settled the patient and given her the first of her two daily morphine injections,’ continued Pryor. ‘Samuel Parker came back to the house as she was leaving, having been out to a farm on a call. The veterinary clinic is an annexe to the house, so he didn’t have to go near his wife’s downstairs sickroom.’
Quoting from the depositions in the file, Richard went on to describe how Sheila Lupin had come across from the shop on one of her many daily visits and found her sister dead in bed.
There was an injection mark on her arm, still oozing blood.
‘She dashes around to the surgery to fetch the husband, who races into the house to see his wife. The pharmacist notices a couple of used syringes on the surgery table, together with a box of Pentothal ampoules and a bottle labelled “potassium chloride”. Recalling the recent needle puncture on her sister’s arm, she literally starts shouting “murder” and a nasty scene takes place.’
‘Sounds a bit fishy, I must admit,’ commented Sian.
‘But not so suspicious when Samuel explained what had happened,’ interposed Angela. ‘The call he had just returned from was to put down a badly injured goat that had been kicked by a horse on a farm. Intravenous Pentothal and potassium chloride are used by some vets to destroy animals painlessly.’
‘So why didn’t everyone believe him?’ asked Moira.
