An unwholesome taint hung last week over Brighton. The feminine mayor of this most respectable resort on the whole so-called "British Riviera" was almost frantic when embarrassed policemen broke the news to her. In the parcel room of balmy, blissful Brighton's sprawling railway station the headless, armless, legless torso of a woman had been found in a small trunk. Shrilled Mayor Margaret Hardy: "This case belongs to London! Nothing like this has ever happened before in Brighton."
If the Home Office had not decided that here was a case for Sir Bernard Spilsbury...
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