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Elsewise and detailing the absolutely elsewhere, when, why and who done it...
I find it recorded in my notebook, thus;
Sunday 19th – curse that wretched corpse, for floating as it was and picked up lightheartedly by me, in an attack of the (lord peter) whimsical, I find it now quite impossible to put down. I note that Simon Brett is now president of the detection club and indeed a place of queer trades it must be if the society’s head cannot even solve GK Chesterton’s dubious prologue.
Well Watson, as to that, if you are familiar with the details of the case then allow me to draw your attention to two distinct clues; the first a set of rules govering the writing of detection fiction, the other being my own patented method for measuring the difficulty involved in solving a mystery.
The game is a foot or a book as the case may be.
For the rest, trivial as this entry may be; it is not, I hope, without points of interest.
