O'Morris was a very experienced pathologist. He inquired about the most important details - with a handkerchief in one hand and a bottle of perfume in the other.
"I left Roselyn 8.00", a crying woman told him. "At that time, she was still asleep. And now..."
"So you're saying that you haven't been threatened in some way?"
"No, never" the woman sobbed.
"No, never" the woman sobbed.
"Parts of the forehead are worn away", O' Morris mumbled. "She has no nails and no throat. A few pieces of the ears are extant."
"It may be a murderer who is obsessed with specific body parts", the assistant added.
"When I look at this, I get the feeling that it wasn't a human killer. It was an animal, an insane animal."
Half an hour later, O'Morris hand was still shaking as he tried to dial Robert Lee. The third time was successful.
"Robert, you must come here!"
"Why? I've seen enough blood today...."
"But I've got a body here, it's actually quite intriguing."
"Okay".
They analysed the non-coagulated blood. Robert had to exert himself not to vomit.
"A cat", he eventually made clear.
"A cat?" O'Morris laughed.
"This is not a normal cat. It's...rabies. We must warn as many as possible!"
"Nobody's going to believe you."
"I know one who will listen. Clark Ricster. He lost his daughter recently and is firmly convinced that she was attacked by a cat."
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