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The rain was falling in rivulets down the windows by the time the car pulled up outside the police station.
Redundantly Jacobs intoned “We have arrived madam”.

The family’s faithful retainer opened and held the car door for me. The rain was pouring off the peak of his black chauffeur’s hat. The drab pavements were flooding like a levee had broken.

I gathered my mackintosh around me and pulled its hood down while Jacobs unfurled a large black umbrella and raised it over our bowed heads. I heard the doors locking as we made an unsteady journey to the opened door of the precinct building.

“Miss Lois, please come in,” said Inspector Henderson. His grizzled hair was wholly in keeping with the tone of the afternoon.

I felt myself shake my arms and coat Like an Alsatian freshly in from the lake.

“Very bad weather we’re having in Metropolis today, Miss Lois.”

“Please, just Lois.” I said.

“Yes, Miss Lois” he said in his soft Irish brogue “Here, let me take your coat.”

I unwrapped myself from the soaking raincoat, and drew some fingers through my hair, by way of making myself feel more presentable. But he didn’t care. We were only here for one reason.

“This is Mr Harper” he inclined a nod towards a short dumpy little man with a few remaining strands of hair glistening on his head. The little man had sharp blue eyes similar to those of a mynah bird we once had caged in the kitchen at home. Gordon continued, “He’s my most trusted forensic man. He’ll take you through to the morgue and help you with the identification. I should warn you that it will harrowing for you Miss Lois.”

I swallowed heavily and felt heat waves running through my scalp “I’m prepared” I lied through my clenched teeth.
A sharp astringent smell irritated my nostrils when Harper opened the door of the morgue. I coughed slightly and felt for a tissue in the pocket of my skirt.

“I’m going to lift this sheet, and all you have to do is nod if you recognise the face. Do you understand Miss Lois?”

“I do.”

He lifted the sheet and I saw Clark’s closed eyes in his waxy lifeless face…