- Morning.
- Constable.
- Archeological dig, sir.
Out of Courtenay College, turned up a hand.
Belongs to the fellow in this trench.
- Morning, Doctor.
- Inspector, gentlemen.
- What have you got?
- Male, age, as yet, undetermined.
Remains somewhat compressed but remarkably well-preserved, due to the acidity of the soil.
- Any chance it could be Laxman?
- I'm afraid time of death rather mitigates against that possibility.
- Time of death?
- 2,000 years ago.
- 2,000 years?
- [Doctor] Yes, give or take a couple of hundred years.
- [Strange] We'll have trouble notifying his next-of-kin.
- Poor chap does seem to have had rather a grim time of it.
There's trauma to the skull, an axe, perhaps, or a rock.
Fatal by itself.
But we also have a garrotte tightened by means of a stick, and finally his throat has been laid open with a very sharp blade, right to left.
Torture, possibly.
- And what's that?
- [Doctor] What?
- There.
- Oh.
Inspector?
