It's just no good. He can't fight it. He tells the police he's guilty. The bloody knife's in the dustbin. He's identified by at least three witnesses at the tube station and he writes some spooky letter in his victim's blood. The case is as dead as mutton.
Just the sort of case Rumpole would have enjoyed.
And where is Rumpole, that eccentric barrister famous for his knowledge of bloodstains, blood groups, and forgery by typewriter? He is supposed by one and all to be enjoying his well-earned retirement in the Florida sunshine with his son, Nick; daughter-in-law, Erica; and, of course, She Who Must Be Obeyed. But Rumpole is made of sterner stuff, and the nearest whiff of a tricky blood case and he abandons the pleasure of Florida orange juice and descends on the dear old Chambers to take command once again. Download and start listening now!