Albert nodded gravely. Her injury together with her recollections suggested the crime of Battery. Another Carrington in trouble with the law. What was wrong with that family?

"In that case Doctor," Bert reached under the desk and produced an official form "I am required to ask you to record your medical findings in a statement as evidence. Sign and date, please." Bert pushed the blank page and pen towards the devotee of Hippocrates, not that the policeman had the foggiest idea who that was. "I'll send for a photographer; a number of them do work for us. What sort of pictures will you need'?" Bert asked with mild curiosity. In Bert's limited experience, photographs of people fell into 3 groups: grim old men in tailed coats attempting to look grand, nubile young 'ladies' astride furniture in their knickers, and babes of undetermined age and sex shoved into shapeless white gowns.