Speaking of snippets, there’s perhaps some snip in Marie’s tone. Just a touch, really. She doesn’t actually mind Bell, but it’s been a long couple days’ worth of travel and the dead don’t travel that fast. Ooh, I should work that in somewhere!
The examination of Lady Florence’s crime scene convinced me of two things: first, Dr. Bell was a very clever and intuitive man. Second, Dr. Doyle must have been some sort of saint. Well, not a literal one. But if Bell was always like this, then Doyle’s patience was impressive by any standard.
It was not that Bell was harsh or rude. He was merely very, very focused and precise. It also soon became clear that Bell had long desired the chance to take advantage of vampiric senses in a case, and now that he had the chance? Oh, he had no intention of wasting it.
“Yes, Miss Knight, but how many hairs are there on that chair?” he asked me. “And which hairs are from the victim, from the attacker, or from somebody else?”
“Do you wish percentages, Dr. Bell?” I asked; Magda, more used to my tones, winced a bit and went back to helping Doyle take samples. “Or simply the raw numbers?”