Susan saw that he was scratching what looked to be a bruise on his nose. She'd seen enough healing broken noses to know what one looked like. "How'd you get that?" she asked, pointing her quill to his nose. "It looks fairly fresh."
It was always harder when the victim was well liked. Whe he said that the wages were missing, she came over to the writing desk and looked at it.
"Robbery gone wrong and they tried to cover what happened?" she said aloud, more to herself than to Seamus.
She took some of the paperwork, comparing it to the 'suicide' note, and saw it was so different it was unbelievable. She shook her head at the robber - well murder's stupidity.
"Do you know if she has any next of kin? I don't ever recall anyone saying that she did." But Susan wasn't to know. She started rummaging through the papers on her desk, hoping to find some sort of clue.