Harriet screamed at seeing the corpse of a man half out of the sarcophagus, and then gagged from the decaying smell. With a hand over her mouth, Harriet was about to turn him over, when Agatha cried out.

“Leave it Harriet! You’ll disturb any vital evidence!”

Agatha went over to the body and bent down. "Hmm!"

"What do you mean 'Hmm!'" asked Harriet.

Agatha stood up. "Notice anything unusual?"

"Apart from being dead. No." replied Harriet.

"His pockets: on his trousers, and jacket. There are all turned inside out. Don't you find that a bit odd?"

"Maybe he was looking for something before he died?" answered Harriet.

Agatha was about to say something, when the two double doors they had just come through, burst wide open and the light from four lamps swept Room 61 as if they were searchlights.

“Halt! In the name of the law!” boomed a voice that Harriet recognised.

“Over here sir!” cried out a young police constable, as he shone his lamp into the faces of the two women.

“Thank you, Constable Higgins,...