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The Second Bryant & May Mystery
by Christopher Fowler
Bryant wiped himself down, then gently prised her lips apart. Two gold
teeth, no dental plate and a healthy tongue, but her throat appeared to
be filled with a brownish liquid. As he moved his hand, it ran from the
corner of her lower lip. He had assumed that the wetness of the rug had
been caused by the incontinence of dying. Her clothes were dry. He
checked on either side of the chair, then under it. There was no sign of
a dropped glass, or any external water source. Passing to the bathroom
cabinet, he found a toothbrush mug and placed it beneath her chin,
collecting as much of the liquid as he could. He studied her mouth and
nostrils for tell-tale marks left by fine pale foam, usually created by
the mixture of water, air and mucus churned in a suffocating victim's
air passages. The wavering light made it hard to see clearly.
'You're going mad,' he muttered to himself. 'She dresses, she drowns,
she sits down and dies, all in the comfort of her own home.' He rose
unsteadily to his feet, dreading the thought of having to warn Benjamin
about a post-mortem.
Standing in the centre of the front room, he tried to see into Ruth
Singh's life. No conspicuous wealth, only simple comforts. A maroon
Axminster rug, a cabinet of small brass ornaments, two lurid
reproductions of Indian landscapes, some chintzy machine-coloured
photographs of its imperial past, a bad Constable reproduction, a set of
Wedgwood china that had never been used, pottery clowns, Princess Diana
gift platesa magpie collection of items from two cultures. Bryant
vaguely recalled Benjamin telling him that his family had never been to
India. Ruth Singh was two or three years older; perhaps she kept a
trace-memory of her birth country alive through the pictures. It was
important to feel settled at home. How had that comfort been disrupted?
Not a violent death, he told himself, but an unnatural one, all the
same.
Excerpted from The Water Room by Christopher Fowler Copyright © 2005 by Christopher Fowler. Excerpted by permission of Bantam, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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