‘Can I get in?’
‘In what? The bath?’
‘Yeah.’
‘But you’re not even dirty.’
‘Ha ha,’ Poe said.
‘Seriously, why?’
‘Because if the poison wasn’t in the soap, the shampoo, the water or the wine, and if it’s as fast acting as Tilly says, then something sharp might have been put in the bath. Something he could nick himself on.’
‘Pathologist didn’t find anything on the body.’
‘The pathologist wasn’t Estelle Doyle,’ Poe said. ‘He could havemissed something. The wound could have been little more than a scratch and the bathwater would have washed away the blood.’
‘And I suppose Price could have set it up when he was on shift, knowing he’d be miles away by the time Cummings actually took his bath.’
‘Exactly.’
‘Get in then,’ Flynn said. ‘But, Poe?’
‘What?’
‘Keep your clothes on, eh?’