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Professor Stephen Baker took almost another two hours to complete the autopsy after breaking for lunch.  He ate a vegetarian curry consisting of organic mushrooms and potato’s, washed down with a slimline tonic at The Grinning Rat, before rejoining us at the Oxmarket Police Station to tell us what he’d had for lunch and of course his findings.

          “Not all the relevant tests have been completed yet.”  He began, as we gathered in DI Silver’s small cramped office. 

          “Time scale?” DI Silver asked abruptly.

          “A few more days, I’m afraid.” the pathologist replied.

          “I think you’ll find not only did he drink two bottles of red wine but he also snorted a line of cocaine as well.”

      &n

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