Whose Body?

You needn't try to bully me, young man, said that octogenarian with spirit, settin'there spoilin'your stomach with them nasty jujubes.

The two men sat silent for a little, and then Lord Peter said: D'you like your job? The detective considered the question, and replied: Yes'yes, I do. I know it to be useful, and I am fitted to it. I do it quite well'not…

Lord Peter's library was one of the most delightful bachelor rooms in London. Its scheme was black and primrose; its walls were lined with rare editions, and its chairs and Chesterfield sofa suggested the embraces of the…

Well, it's no good jumping at conclusions. Jump? You don't even crawl distantly within sight of a conclusion. I believe if you caught the cat with her head in the cream-jug you'd say it was conceivable that the jug was e…