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GWENDOLINE BUTLER
Coffin on the Water
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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First published by William Collins Sons & Co. Ltd, 1986
Copyright © Gwendoline Butler 1986
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Contents
Chapter 2: The Shape of the Murderer
Chapter 3: The Stance of the Murderer
Chapter 4: The Feet of the Murderer
Chapter 5: Following the Feet of the Murderer
Chapter 6: The Neck of the Murderer
Chapter 7: The Neck Feels the Rope
Chapter 8: The Hands of the Murderer
Chapter 9: The Work of the Murderer’s Hands
Chapter 10: A Sight of the Murderer’s Hands
Chapter 11: The Way the Murderer Walked
Chapter 12: The Face of the Murderer
The Delivery
It was the biggest feast since the feeding of the five thousand, or so it was felt locally in Greenwich, and their outliers, the Hythe and the Wick. In the spring of 1946 the General Assembly of the United Nations was entertained to a banquet in the Painted Hall of the Royal Naval College. Premier Attlee welcomed them. The feast was austere, in tune with the rationed times: a soup, game, and a pudding, but the wines were good.
Present, in a purely professional capacity and not eating, were Chief Superintendent Dander, and Inspectors Warwich and Banbury. Also there were a troupe of young detectives-in-training, and among them John Coffin and Alex Rowley.
Also present was a murderer-to-be, like a bridegroom in waiting.
The bodies came later.
The bodies came drifting in, delivered by the river, bearing a greeting card as if they were a birthday present. The river is a part of this story; the river supported the bodies, carrying them on the tide to their appointed destination. A body dropped on a rising tide in the river somewhere as yet unknown, between Deptford and Greenwich, to be carried up river, then back by the ebbing water towards Fidder’s Reach where it will be deposited on the mud on schedule. Or so the killer thought.
Looked at later, as through the eyes of John Coffin, young detective still on probation, it was a hell of a journey they made for the hell of a purpose.
What
