Moving
almost through the doorway the porter pushed the door fully open with
the side of the coffin he was attached to, Alan reached forward with
his hand and took the strain. We shuffled through into the icy
cold mortuary, the inside temperature being just the same as that
outside, a few degrees below freezing. Between the three of us
we struggled to lift the coffin onto the mortuary slab. “Alan,
“ I said, “You have his head in your hand,you need to put your
end here, “ and I indicated with a brief nod the end of the table
closest to the door which had closed to behind us. With a few
half steps Alan moved around to the end of the slab which had a stone
pillow shape on it. This is where John Brown’s head would lie
when the port mortem examination was carried out. The porter
and I heaved the dead weight of his body up onto the slab and laid it
gently down along the length of the ridges running from top to bottom
of the slab.
We
all stepped back and took a few quiet deep breaths, the struggle and
effort warming all of us considerably and for a time warding off the
icy cold. As we took the cold air into our lungs and then
expelled it clouds of vapour lifted and then settled, and finally
dissipated. “Right, “ said the porter. “If you
don’t need me any more I leave you to it then”. I glanced
at him and nodded my thanks. “We won’t be here long, “ I
said. “We’re going to strip him and then take his stuff to
the nick for safe keeping. Do you have any idea when the pathologist
is going to be doing the examination?” He shook his
head. “I’ve no idea, sorry. I think someone from your
station might have the information, but no one has told us here.”
He turned to the door. “Good luck with him” he said,
and opened the door. As he walked though a cold draft of air
entered from outside, lowering the temperature even further.
As
the door closed behind him I reached to the top of the canvas coffin
lying on the slab and took the zipper tab in my hand, and gripping it
firmly pulled it slowly down to the foot. As the two edges of
the coffin parted the clothing and body of John Brown once again
became visible. As the zipper drew below his waist his left arm
which was on the side away from me slipped limply from its place of
rest on his hip down to his side. I head Alan give an
involuntary gasp at the movement. I grinned up at him, “It’s
okay, he became lodged like that in the Rover. He’s just
moving back into a flat position through gravity” I said. “Yes,
“ he muttered, “It’s just the surprise of the movement which
caught me”. Together we pulled the zipper the whole way
down to his feet until all of his body was exposed inside the canvas
shell. We both stood looking at him for a moment or two, then I
said, “Take the coffin from underneath him when I lift his head
up.” Alan moved to the body’s head as did I. I gently
took his head in my hands and lifted it and his shoulders from the
hard surface. As his head came free Alan took hold of the
canvas and pulled it gently away from him, We repeated this
until the canvas shell lay on the floor by the side of the white cold
slab and John lay there alone, waiting for us to remove his
clothing.
“I’m
going to need some help here Alan, “ I said. “When I start
to take off his clothes you are going to have to hold him or the
piece of clothing I am taking off and then when we’ve taken it off
I want you to make a note of the garment on a sheet of paper. Got
it?” He nodded silently and stood opposite me on the
far side of the slab ready to follow my instructions. His face
had lost the flush of exertion from earlier and was now pale apart
from a slight reddening high on his cheek bones. I pointed to a
foolscap pad of paper on the stainless steel trolley behind him.
“Use that pad behind you” I said. He half turned and
reached for the pad, placing it on the edge of the trolley close to
him. “Ready?” I asked. “Yes.” He replied.
In
the white harsh lights of the mortuary it was easier now to see what
clothing John was wearing. The first garment we removed was a
dark green heavy duty waxed cotton which reached half way down his
thigh. It had a full length zip and buttons fastening it. Both
buttons and zip were unfastened as I had seen on the moor. Under
that he had a thick hand knitted woollen jumper, again with a zipper,
this too was unfastened. Under that he had a thick woollen
shirt, unfastened and then a white tee shirt. We removed them
all, laying them carefully out on the trolley behind Alan one by one.
Moving to the bottom of the table I unfastened the laces on his
heavy leather walking boots and with some difficulty removed them
from his feet. The boots had black peat worked into the heavy
moulded rubber soles and small pieces fell onto the white table as I
took them to the steel trolley. Next he had on a pair of thick
knitted woollen socks which reached almost to his knees, though the
left one was winkled half was down his calf. I removed them as
well. Finally working first one leg then the other we removed
his green moleskin trouser, they were fastened with a brown leather
belt at his waist. These went onto the trolley. The last
garment was a pair of white cotton Jockey shorts, which we slid down
from under his bottom and off at his feet. He lay naked on the
trolley.
I
stood for a moment looking him up and down when Alan suddenly said,
“What’s all that red?” I looked to where he was pointing, the
underside of Johns back and buttocks. There was a liver red
line of settled blood lying all along the length of this body from
shoulders to the calves of his legs. “Never seen that before?
“I asked. “No” he replied, “What is it, blood?”
“That’s right. When the heart stops beating the blood
settles at the lowest point which gravity can find. In John’s
case it is the back of his body, as he was lying on his back.” He
grunted in acknowledgement of the information. The lad was
learning a lot tonight.
“Take
his watch off will you Alan and I’ll go through his pockets to see
what else he has.” Alan lifted John’s left hand and started
to unfasten the leather watch strap holding the gold faced watch to
his wrist. He placed it with the rest of his clothes as I
walked around the table to carry out a search of his clothing.
In
the trouser pockets I found some small loose change and a neatly
ironed and folder unused white cotton handkerchief, and nothing else.
In the inside pocket of his green waxed jacket was a cheap ball
point pen, and in the outer left lower pocket a pair of sheepskin
mittens. The tee shirt was creased but unsoiled, as where the
white underpants. No signs of sweat, urine, faeces, blood or
anything. I turned to examine his body. It was well
nourished without any indication of excessive fat around his waist
where I might have expected to find it if he had been an inactive
man. I knew from his history that he was fairly fit for his age
with the cycling and walked he engaged in. His toe nails were
short and his feet were clean. His face was clean shaven with
only the very slightest sign of beard growth around his jaw. He
was about five feet ten inches tall and good build. There
appeared on first examination to be no signs of any injury, or
operation scars which I could see, but no doubt a closer examination
by the pathologist would reveal exactly what, if any, medical
operations he had undergone during his life. He lay peacefully
and apparently at rest on the cold slab. He face was relaxed,
his eyes gently closed and his lips pursed lightly together. There
was no indication I could see of any bodily injury to him. He
appeared to have fallen asleep, and then died.