DIANNE BUTLER OUT OF THE BOX
DR Blake’s got disposable gloves on this week, like the ones you wear when you’re cleaning the bathroom. Funny, I didn’t think they were around until the 1960s. The corpse is Burt Prentice, who would’ve got to work on himself in the morgue if someone hadn’t killed him (one big blow to the neck). And Ron Jackson would’ve been his assistant, if he hadn’t been sacked. And now he’s run off, and consequently he’s the main suspect. Ballarat has an army major in town, unrelated to the looming Anzac Day march — he’s looking for a pair of deserters. And the major knows Lucien.