'When it is time to do so,' snapped Stockdale, quelling him with a glare. 'Meanwhile, I suggest that you move your own body out of the way so that we can go upstairs. I'm sure that Inspector Colbeck will want to speak to you later.'

'I will, indeed, sir,' said Colbeck, turning politely to Pugh. 'I'm sorry for the disruption this must have caused. I can understand your anxiety. It's possible that Sergeant Leeming and I may have to stay in the town for a while. I take it that you have a room available?'

'It's already booked in your name,' said Stockdale.

'Thank you, Superintendent.'

'Here,' he continued, relieving them of their valises and handing them to the manager. 'Do something useful and have these sent up to their room.' He beamed at the others. 'Follow me, gentlemen.'

As the detectives ascended the carpeted staircase, Stockdale provided them with preliminary details.

'The victim is a young silversmith from London. His name was Hugh Kellow and he worked for a Mr Leonard Voke of Wood Street. He came here to deliver an item – the invoice was in his pocket – and it's been stolen. Robbery was clearly the motive for the murder.'

'What was the item?' asked Leeming.

'It was a silver coffee pot in the shape of a locomotive.'

Colbeck was fascinated. 'Then it must be very valuable.'

'It is,' said Stockdale, enviously. 'It cost far more than any of us lesser mortals could ever afford.' They reached a landing and he led them down a long passageway. 'A guest was passing the room when she heard what sounded like a muffled cry for help. She alerted the manager and, to his credit, he came up here at once. There was no response when he knocked on the door so he used a master key to open it and made the discovery.'

At the end of the passageway, they turned a corner and saw a uniformed policeman standing outside the first room on the left. At the sight of his superior, he immediately straightened up and gave a deferential salute. Producing a key from his pocket, Stockdale flicked a hand to move his colleague aside.