It took less than an hour for Martha to clear away the evidence. Blonde hairs everywhere. Harry would have wept. The stubborn splashes of blood weren't so easy to wipe away. She had to climb onto a kitchen stool to reach the tops of the cupboard doors: those places you normally overlook. And she almost missed the spots underneath the fridge door.
But finally she took off her latex gloves, left the dishcloth to soak in the sink with a spot or two of bleach, checked the sockets were switched off, locked the back door and waited for the taxi.