cleland confounds me
The professor had the field for himself, over 700 meticulous autopsies, bodies of all shapes and sizes and in all sorts of fatal disrepair. Some just parts.
Cleland examined them all, sniffed in their cavities for a faint remnant of cyanide or some new exotica. Cleland was a man of the deserts and jungles after all, a traveller throughout all our broad land, New Guinea his last target before death intervened. His intention was to locate a cannibal tribe, engage them without being speared then convince their cook to share his recipes. The Korowai tribe of south-eastern Papua may have been considered, they were still eating human flesh in 2012.
The Somerton Man was a suicide. Cleland was convinced.
Despite the lividity.
Despite the lit cigarette that left no scorch marks.
Despite not knowing what killed him.
Despite no one ringing the police to say they had seen a body at the bottom of the steps before 7:00pm.
Despite no one ringing the police to say they had seen a body at the bottom of the steps after 7:30pm.
Then he found the suicide note.
He said it made no difference.