encased within the sternum. You can see where he broke the lower ribs to get at it. Once he had the heart, it would be unlikely that he would take a large piece of flesh with it.'
'Then why would he take it?' said Holmes. He turned to the Inspector who started to shrug. 'Let us look at the next one, Inspector, the farmer, I believe.'
We moved back to the second cot and Makinson pulled back the sheet.
This man had been much older, possibly sixty. The Inspector had been right. The damage to the chest was markedly less than that on the first victim, a simple cross-cut over the sternum and two vertical wounds, each less than a foot in length, which enabled the flesh to be pulled back to expose the heart. 'It almost seems to be the work of a different person,' I observed. 'It's certainly not the work of a professional, however, despite its relative neatness. Perhaps he had more time. Or perhaps he was simply not so nervous.'
I pulled the head to one side and looked at the damage at the back. The neck appeared to be almost completely destroyed right up to the hairline. The base of the skull was exposed and fragmented. Bending over, I could see that the wound extended down onto the shoulders.
'I wonder if we might turn him over,' I said.
Both Makinson and Holmes stepped forward and, between the three of us, we managed to twist the body onto its side.
The shotgun blast had indeed been concentrated on his lower neck and upper back, right between the shoulder blades. The flesh there had been pulverized exposing portions of the spine and lower shoulder blades, themselves showing some fragmentation.
I bent closer. 'That's interesting…'
'What's that, old fellow? Found something?'
'Perhaps, perhaps not,' I said. 'But there does seem to be some indication of another wound.'
Holmes and Makinson moved alongside me and looked where I was pointing. Just to the left of the start of the ruination caused by the shotgun blast, a tiny piece of skin appeared to have been removed. That piece of skin could, of course, have been merely the tip of a much larger piece and I mentioned this fact. 'One has to consider it as cart tracks disappearing momentarily into
a puddle from which they re-emerge on the other side,' I said. 'The puddle in this case is the shotgun wound.'
'Are you suggesting that something was done to him before the shot was administered?' asked Makinson.
I looked back at the top of the wound, where it met the hairline, and lifted the shreds of loose skin and matted hair. It was as I suspected. The base of the skull was badly depressed, suggesting a hard blow from a solid object.
'He appears to have been struck from behind,' I said. 'And with a blunt instrument. See, the skin is not broken.The fracture of the skull suggests that such a blow would certainly have rendered the man immediately unconscious and, very probably, would have resulted in his death by haemorrhage. I would need to open up the brain pan to confirm that,' I added, 'but I would expect to find evidence of subdural haematoma plus bruising on the frontal lobes due to contra-coup.'
Holmes was smiling. 'Capital, Watson, capital.' He strode to the window overlooking the corridor and spread his hands on the shelf. 'Before we go any further, let us make one or two assumptions.' He turned around and checked them off on the fingers of his left hand.
'The killer murders his first victim by strangulation,' Holmes announced. 'Then he sets about removing the victim's heart, a process during which a piece of flesh disappears. The means by which the chest is opened up suggests fear or haste… it also, at least initially, makes the disappearance of the piece of flesh seemingly unimportant. I suspect neither fear nor haste played any part in these killings. Rather, it is the work of a severely deranged mind and one that is exceedingly cunning.'
He held up a second finger. 'The killer strikes again. This time the method of slaying is inconclusive. Initial investigations suggest the cause of death to be a shotgun blast to the back but we now have evidence of a blow to the base of the skull. Which, not unnaturally, prompts the question why should he kill his victim twice? We also have suggested evidence which points to some kind of incision or skin removal immediately below the wound. The wound also extends, almost, to the site of the blow to the skull… as though, perhaps, the murderer were wanting to conceal both of those events.
'Certainly if, as we believe, the strike to the head rendered the victim unconscious at best, then it would have been a relatively simple matter to go about the removal of the heart without the need of further violence. This therefore suggests a further motive for the use of the shotgun, the second red herring.'
'Second?' said Makinson.
'Indeed, Inspector. The first one is the removal of the hearts, though quite what such an intrusion could possibly disguise I have, as yet, no opinion. Equally, the reason for the missing flesh or the partial incision is still unclear.'
We moved across to the third cot, pulling back the sheet to expose a grisly collection. The young woman's head was propped between the legs while the arm lay before it like some kind of gift and all were set out on the torso as if to resemble a construction puzzle. I lifted first the arm, turning it over in my hands, and then the legs, performing a similar study. There seemed nothing to give any clue for such a crime. I laid the limbs at the foot of the cot and turned my attention to the head.
The woman appeared to have been in her middle twenties. I lifted the head carefully, some hidden and forgotten part of me half expecting the eyes to open and regard me with a cruel disdain, and turned it around. There was a similar depressed fracture to that suffered by the farmer and I was sure, simply by the pulpy feel of the bone around the occipital region, that death would have been instantaneous. I set the head down with the limbs and moved to the torso.
The limbs had clearly been removed by chopping as opposed to sawing and one of the shoulders showed signs of mis-hits, with some cosmetic damage to the edge of the right clavicle. One could only give thanks that the poor girl had been dead when the madman went about his business.
I turned to face Holmes and shook my head. 'Nothing here,' I said.
'Nothing save for the fact that the arm is missing,' Holmes pointed out. 'There is clearly some significance in that fact and the fact that the heart has not been removed.'
'Why's that, then?' said the Inspector.
'Elementary, my dear Makinson,' said Holmes, clearly pleased to be asked to explain his deduction. 'I suspect that the killer simply forgot about the heart, being so concerned with his
plan to remove all the limbs and then discard those he did not need. If your men have been as thorough in their investigations around the scene of the slaying as you say – and I have no reason to doubt that such is the case – then the killer must surely have taken the arm with him.'
'You mean that he was prepared to chop off everything just to get one of her arms?'
Holmes nodded. 'Otherwise, why did he not leave all of the limbs together? For that matter, why remove them and then leave them?'
'Why indeed?' I agreed.
'Let us consider the final body,' said Holmes.
The face of William Fitzhue Crosby no longer existed. Where once had been skin and, undoubtedly, normal characteristics
such as a nose, two eyes and two lips, now lay only devastation, a brown mass resembling a flattened mud pie into which a playful child had inserted a series of holes.
The sheer ruination of that face spoke of a hell on Earth, a creature conceived in the mind of Bosch – though whether such a description might not be more aptly levelled at the perpetrator of such carnage is debatable.
'Look at the rear of the head, Watson,' said Holmes.
I turned the head to one side and felt the skull: the same fracture was there and I said as much.
'Inspector,' said Holmes, 'did you know Mr Crosby personally? By that I mean, were he still alive, would you recognize him on the street?'
'I'm not sure as I would, Mr Holmes,' said Makinson, frowning. 'I don't as doubt that him and me has passed each other by on occasion but -'
Holmes strode purposefully from the cot to the door. 'We've finished here, I believe. Come Watson, we have
