Part 3 (1/2)

'b.l.o.o.d.y horrible. Full of big white maggots. Smelled to high heaven. One of the constables had thrown up in the lobby.' 'Where were the officers?'

'One was on guard outside the door. The other was sitting in the car.'

'Had they guarded the door the whole time?' 'Yeah, at least according to their own account.' 'And what did you do?'

'I went right in and took a peek. It looked b.l.o.o.d.y awful, like I said before. But it could have been something for CID, one never knows.'

'But you drew another conclusion?'

'Sure. After all, it was as clear as daylight. The door had been locked from inside in three or four different ways. It had been as much as those guys could do to get it open. And the window was locked and the blind drawn.'

'Was the window still closed?'

'No. Obviously the uniforms had opened it when they'd come in. Otherwise no one could've stayed in there without a gas mask.'

'How long were you there?'

'Not many minutes. Just long enough to establish the fact that it wasn't anything for the CID. It must have been either suicide or natural death, so all the rest was a matter for the uniforms.'

Martin Beck leafed through the report. ”There's no list of any objects being taken into custody here,' he said.

'Isn't there? Well, I suppose somebody ought to have thought about that On the other hand there was no point in it The old boy hardly owned a thing. A table, a chair, and a bed, I guess; and then a few bits of junk out in the kitchenette.'

'But you looked around?'

'Of course. I inspected everything before I gave them the go-ahead? 'For what?'

'What? How do you mean?'

'Before you gave the go-ahead for what?'

'To take away the remains, of course. The old man had to have a postmortem, didn't he? Even if he was a suicide, he still had to be dissected. It's regulations.'

'Can you summarize your observations?'

'Sure. Simple. The body was lying about three yards from the window.'

'About?'

'Yeah, the fact was I didn't have a yardstick on me. It looked about two months old; putrid, in other words. In the room were two chairs, a table, and a bed.'

'Two chairs?'

'Yeah.'

'Just now you said one.'

'Oh? Yeah, well it was two anyway, I guess; and then there was a little shelf with some old newspapers and books, and in the kitchenette a couple of saucepans and a coffee pot, and then the usual.'

'The usual?'

'Yeah, a can opener, knives and forks, a rubbish bin, and so forth.'

'I see. Was anything lying on the floor?' 'Not a thing, apart from the body, I mean. I asked the constables and they said they hadn't found anything either.' Was anyone else in the flat?'

'Nope. I asked the boys, and they said not No one else went in there, apart from me and these two. Then the guys with the van came and took the body away with them in a plastic bag.'

'Since then we have come to know the cause of Svard's death.'

'Indeed. That's right. He shot himself. Incomprehensible, I say. And what did he do with the gun?'

'You've no plausible explanation?'

'None. The whole thing's as idiotic as can be. An insoluble case, like I said. Doesn't happen so often, eh?'

'Did the constables have any opinion?'

'No, all they saw was he was dead and that the place was all shut up. If there'd been a pistol, either they or I'd have found it. Anyway, it could only have been lying on the floor beside that dead old guy.'

'Did you find out who the deceased was?'

'Of course. His name was Svard, wasn't it? It was even written up on the door. You could see at a glance the type of man he'd been.'

'What type?'

'Well, a social case. Old drunk, probably. That type often kill themselves; that is, if they don't drink themselves to death or get a heart attack or something.'

”You've nothing else of interest to add?'

'No, it's beyond comprehension, like I said. Pure mystery. I bet even you can't fix this one. Anyway there's other things more important'

'Maybe.'

'Yes, I reckon so. Can I go now?' 'Not quite yet,' said Martin Beck.

'I've no more to say,' said Aldor Gustavsson, stubbing out his cigar in the ash tray.

Martin Beck got up and walked over to the window, where he stood with his back to his visitor. 'I've a few things to say,' he said.

'Oh? What?'

'Quite a lot. Among other things the forensic team inspected the place last week. Though almost all traces had been destroyed, one large and two smaller bloodstains were immediately discovered on the carpet Did you see any patches of blood?'

'No. Not that I looked for any.'

'Obviously not What did you look for?'