Sick of being followed around by a certain author I could name but won't.
This is my daily journal.
Thank you to everyone who read and responded so enthusiastically to our boy detective's posts over the years. Have a great life. 🙏
Now what shall I read on the train to Tripoli??
Please don't make me read that Holmes fellow!!
Now what shall I read on the train to Tripoli??
Please don't make me read that Holmes fellow!!
Thank you to everyone who read and responded so enthusiastically to our boy detective's posts over the years. Have a great life. 🙏
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Thank you to everyone who read and responded so enthusiastically to our boy detective's posts over the years. Have a great life. 🙏
Thank you to everyone who read and responded so enthusiastically to our boy detective's posts over the years. Have a great life. 🙏
George scratched his head. "So you think Mr Peterson scarpered from the Diorama of his own accord then met up with Sir John...to do what? Blackmail him?"
"That may have been the excuse. But I think he was already planning to murder him."
"Why?"
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George scratched his head. "So you think Mr Peterson scarpered from the Diorama of his own accord then met up with Sir John...to do what? Blackmail him?"
"That may have been the excuse. But I think he was already planning to murder him."
"Why?"
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The wit of a clerk who led Sergeant Gray to my office poked his head round the door before opening it fully.
"They've come to take you away," he jested, though no one laughed, not even the good sergeant, who seemed ready to cuff the fool's ear. 1/2
The wit of a clerk who led Sergeant Gray to my office poked his head round the door before opening it fully.
"They've come to take you away," he jested, though no one laughed, not even the good sergeant, who seemed ready to cuff the fool's ear. 1/2
Directly after yesterday's service I'd told Sergeant Gray all about the plan I'd hatched to unmask Sir John. He could hardly refuse to believe me since two officers of the court (Mr Death and my own employer) had been present.
He didn't take it well.
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Directly after yesterday's service I'd told Sergeant Gray all about the plan I'd hatched to unmask Sir John. He could hardly refuse to believe me since two officers of the court (Mr Death and my own employer) had been present.
He didn't take it well.
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The commotion occurred just as we were sitting after mumbling the Lord's Prayer. No less than the good Inspector Gray was forcing his way along the pew towards me.
"A body was fished out of the Thames last night," he whispered as he sat down next to me.
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The commotion occurred just as we were sitting after mumbling the Lord's Prayer. No less than the good Inspector Gray was forcing his way along the pew towards me.
"A body was fished out of the Thames last night," he whispered as he sat down next to me.
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As I worked my way through my breakfast kipper I wondered how many days it would be before Mr Peterson's body turned up.
That he was complicit in his own disappearance seemed obvious. What had Sir John offered him? Money?
As I worked my way through my breakfast kipper I wondered how many days it would be before Mr Peterson's body turned up.
That he was complicit in his own disappearance seemed obvious. What had Sir John offered him? Money?