I don’t believe I’d ever want to invite Hercule Poirot or Jane Marple to a social event. Too many murders for it to be coincidental, and they always manage to pin the blame on somebody else.
The main trip for the entire house. Yessiree.
Thank golly for trip switches that replaced fuses. In my grandmother’s old house it would have required a trip down to the basement, past the coal hole, the mummified frogs, and roosting gappe bats. Then pull out the blown fuse, rewire (not with a 6" nail) and hope it doesn’t go again.
On this occasion I only had to disturb Harry Potter. I was suprised Beth didn’t grab the opportunity to take a penknife to my bodhran under the cover of darkness. I think she is still jet lagged.
Probably just knew she’d never get away with it, that Poirot is a tenacious bleeder after a knifing in the dark… Woulda gotten away with it, but for them pesky Belgian grey cells…
You had the mummified frogs too! I always wondered how they got down there when I were a boy. It was the Germans in the coal-bunker I was more worried about though. I knew they were in there, they stupidly left one of their helmets beside it.